Zenith In The New World's
The Chapter 164
I wanted to run towards her but Dylan stopped me.
"Don't be rash, look at that..." Say something while showing me something.
"Is he really Albert? I didn't see it wrong, did I?" Tears had washed my cheeks, I saw them again. Albert is alive and now in front of me.
"You don't see it wrong, it's Albert... That's Albert... Zenith.." - i..."
"Thank God..." I wiped my tears and gazed around the prison, I had to figure out a way to get Albert out of that prison.
"Well, now we have to figure out how to avoid Zenith's dark magic..." Said Dylan who was starting to seriously pay attention to the magic.
"But what if there's no magic wand?" Ask me confused.
"There's no other way than to find our wand..." His words while looking at me fixedly, he was serious with his words. Then he stared at the door with great determination.
"OKs.... Huhhh...." I exhaled a rough breath and walked towards the door.
I just wanted to open the door but Dylan's hand was holding me tightly, he told me to let go of the doorknob slowly. I followed his directions, before a while later the sound of footsteps passing through the door at a rapid pace.
"Be careful...." He said, he looked at me again. I nodded and held my hand, I felt a little strange and awkward.
I looked at Dylan who opened the door and looked out, his head looking dizzy making sure things were safe outside, after her she turned her head towards me and gave a signal to me to immediately exit following her.
After several times we opened the door, the end until we were in front of a door that was a little different from the other door. The door had a black flower pattern and caused a bit of frightening air.
We both entered the room, there were several boxes stored on very high and wide shelves, the boxes lined up so neatly filled the shelves.
I grabbed a box not far in front of me, I opened it with a bit of surprise. Dozens of magic sticks were inside the box, I could not believe the end I grabbed the other box, I opened it and saw dozens of magic sticks were inside it.
"What'sthis? Did they collect the wand that white witches like us use?" Ask me a little in disbelief.
"They killed him and took the wand from them..." Tukas Dylan stared at the boxes with a look that was unreadable to me.
"You know how useless a witch is without a wand. We feel that, don't we?" He said, he looked at me seriously.
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