"Don't talk anymore..."
The ponytail witch had red eyes and seemed to be on the verge of tears as she supported Ronan, "I knew it, I shouldn't have brought you here."
Named Fuling, the beautiful witch had known him for just half a day; not only had she acted as a "guide," but she also stayed with him in the secret realm until the very last moment.
Ronan touched his own cheek, suddenly feeling that being handsome did indeed have its advantages, whether in the mundane world or the Wizard World.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Ronan comforted the ponytail witch.
After downing several healing potions, he could feel the wounds on his back beginning to heal; though horrific, they were, to him with his remarkable physique, just a passing issue.
Suddenly, a slight fluctuation of energy particles arose behind him.
Ronan turned and looked towards the water he had emerged from, only to find that the previous entrance to the secret realm had completely disappeared, its new location unknown.
