As Chris shed his tears for his uncle, whom he respected and looked up to once in his life, Alaric started breathing hard.
"Christopher, please save my daughter. Promise me that you will look for her and will not leave her in the hands of Yvonne. Please promise me that you will not abandon my daughter," Alaric pleaded as he tried to catch his breath.
Elsa could not hold much longer and tried to heal him even though some healers already tried to before they arrived there. However, Alaric stopped her.
"Don't waste your mana on me. I am a lost case. The amount of silver in my body cannot be healed anymore. There's no cure."
"Don't talk anymore uncle. Please save your breath. I promise I will not stop until I find my sister. She's a Jorgensen and she will be my sister no matter what. I will get my strength back and I will find her. I promise I will not spare that witch. She will pay for everything that she has done to our family and to Arcanis," Chris pledged as he wiped his tears.
