Chapter 110: Boom! And Screams

Nikolai lay sprawled in a deep slumber within the inn, his rest abruptly shattered by an intrusive odor. His blood-red eyes fluttered open groggily. The haze of inebriation clouded his vision, adding a swirling darkness to his already dim surroundings. Slowly, he managed to sit up, brushing his hair back and pursing his lips as they slid against his forehead. “Ophelia,” he murmured, scanning the room with bleary eyes. The absence of her heartbeat registered, and a realization dawned on him. He sprang to his feet. “FireStorm?!” The door to the room creaked open, and a witch entered with a nonchalant expression. Nikolai’s gaze fixed on her, his eyebrows lifting slightly as he noted the blood trickling from her lip. “Hello, Nikolai,” the witch greeted with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Nikolai winced and slumped back onto the bed, his frustration palpable. “Where is my FireStorm?” The witch’s confusion was immediate. “What?” Nikolai groaned and, lying back on the bed more comfo