An Escape Worthy of a 8th Trial

Carrying the skeleton and Faye on his shoulders, Magna passed through the door and suddenly found himself in front of Celeste and Titus.

"You're really back," Celeste said immediately, relief and tears streaming down her face at once, as she hurried to take Faye's body from his shoulder.

"She should be fine, she just lost consciousness after hitting her head," Magna explained, giving the mother even more relief.

As one of his shoulders went empty, the weight gone, he immediately felt a cold hand take its place.

Raising his head, he looked at Titus's face, his eyes just visible behind the helmet.

"You did good, Magna. Very good." He said only those words, but the light squeeze Magna felt on his shoulder and the way the man looked at him were enough to show what he truly felt.

It had been an almost impossible mission, saving someone from the hands of a Witch who was probably 10th Trial or higher, and he had succeeded.