Chapter 57: Stealing a Technique

In that instant, every eye in the ward turned to Jolene Greaves. On the bed, her face had gone paper-white, her breath as thin as a thread. Frost clung to the ends of her hair, to her brows and lashes, a white frost that had no place on living skin. The outlook had grown bleaker than before. "How could this be? I clearly drove out the cold. By all rights, this shouldn't be happening..." Albert said, his lined face riddled with doubt. "Master Albert, what now? Say the word," Landon Greaves pressed,...