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“Dad, stay out of it!”

Aidan shouted, guessing Cedrick’s intentions, who wasn’t chuckling anymore.

The massive ice wings reflected sunlight like multicolored crystals.

BAM!

A bluish light filled with snowflakes exploded, blinding them all.

Silas and Aldric jumped back, on alert.

The angry shrieks of the specters followed quickly.

They’d been caught in the holes from which they had emerged.

A thick layer of ice had trapped them halfway out.

Aidan stood next to Khalum and gripped the massive frozen sword, nearly as big as he was.

“Sorry to interrupt your fight, but I’m in a rush to win my woman’s hand,” he said to Drakkar, who suddenly looked at him with interest.

“I’ve got some questions, if you can answer them, I’ll team up with you.”

Drakkar responded, thinking Aidan looked like a seasoned guy.

“Deal,” Aidan said, not realizing he had just sealed an immoral pact, full of questions not meant for kids.

Aidan Walker, if you’re so eager to get hit, I’ve got no problem with that!