“No… How could this happen…”

After all, he protected her as best he could, and he knew that no one else could do it better. He lifted the lifeless body of his beloved Laura into his arms and quickly tried every healing spell he could think of. Meanwhile, the village around him was reeling in a mixture of screaming, crying, fire and panic. At that moment he simply didn’t care. He lost her. And it was their fault. He knew it was dangerous to walk here, but he didn't expect it to get this bad.

He looked around. Dust and ash fell from the sky. He saw burning shacks, bloodied bodies, frightened gazes full of horror looking in his direction. However, all he felt at that moment was anger. He could help them - put out the fire, treat the wounded and make the most necessary repairs literally with the snap of a finger - but why bother. They didn't make an effort either, and now they're suffering the consequences. And with them his beloved Laura...

It wasn't supposed to turn out this way. They were supposed to change the world together - and now she's dead. He felt desperation and helplessness bubbling inside him.

At that moment, a burnt villager roared at him from behind one charred wreckage. Although he saw fear in his eyes, he also saw in them a determination to kill.

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“Mandatum gelatus…” Arken said in a surrendered voice as he casually pointed one hand at the attacker. He immediately began to be covered with hoarfrost and fell to the ground. Still, he crawled on, and with a mad look in his eyes, he was going to claw at Arken.

“…letalis,” Arken added, watching the suicidal maniac's body turn a light blue color. His movements began to stiffen and slow down until the life in his eyes was drained. Immediately, a charred beam fell on the man and shattered him into thousands of tiny pieces. Arken shook his head and cursed.

He suddenly knew that their original plan could never work. This scum is simply not ready for his world and probably never will be. Placing the dead body on the ground, he stood up and looked around with a hard look.

The rage within him continued to grow and soon all he could think about was how he was consumed by hatred. Hatred for every inhabitant of this hole in the middle of nowhere. Hatred for the limited idiots who in their stupidity caused all this horror. And finally, the hatred for his own inability to convince them.

He learned his lesson. Now he knows that no one will help him with his vision. And now it's their turn to learn one. A lesson that their narrow views cost them the lives of close friends. May they never forget it... And may this place forever remind everyone that no one will get in his way without consequences.

He raised his hands and uttered the incantation in a firm voice. The spell was long and complicated. Much more complicated than what he was taught at the Academy. But he wanted to be sure that his wife's mound would stand here forever.