Chapter 150: Heralds of Astaroth II

Fuming a great ball of fire in his chest, Cedric gritted his teeth against one another, shaking in his corner, watching Altair dance with the Chosen of Sepith. Never before had he wanted to kill a man more than he did today. 

Reese's jaw had been shattered, his face destroyed, and his skull fractured in so many places he wasn't even sure Amilia could aid him. Not without her equipment. And the only medical offer better than her was Altair, who outright refused aid. 

He hadn't even bothered to reply when Cedric asked him to help Amilia. He just smiled before being herded off by Aria.