CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

And there he was. Castar saw a man with a golden spear come up behind Baraka from nowhere and ram the spear through his back into his chest. Baraka coughed blood as he fell to his knees and let go of Era. Castar broke free from the position he was trapped in at that moment and ran to Era to see if she was alright. She only had bruises on her neck.

"Are you alright?" Callagh asked and Era nodded, massaging her neck.

"Who is that?" Castar whispered into Era's ear, referring to the man with the golden staff.

"Callagh," she said, and he heaved a sigh of relief. He pulled her back to her feet, and they both watched as he plunged the spear into Baraka's chest for the second time. The light in Baraka's eyes went out, and they resumed their normal color. His mouth was open and a yellowish smoke escaped from his mouth. Callagh knelt beside him and pulled his eyelids shut.

Era walked up to him and looked down at Baraka's body.

"He's dead, is not he?" she asked, and he nodded.

"That means Castar
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