Inside the room, Nolan was alone with Syra, who lay unconscious.
Alex and Orlan had stepped out to give Nolan space to heal her.
"Loss of vitality, huh? But I doubt it's that simple," Nolan murmured.
He placed his palm on Syra's stomach, and a soft purple light began to flow from his hand into her body.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a black magic circle appeared above her. At the same time, a terrifying aura surged from it—an aura so dreadful it could shake anyone to their core.
"Just as I thought, it's a curse," Nolan muttered irritably.
From the beginning, he had suspected there was another curse placed on Syra.
After all, Alicia had suffered something similar. Most likely, Syra's loss of vitality wasn't caused by childbirth but by a curse.
And now, that suspicion was confirmed—the curse was the true cause.
"Those Underworld Gate mages are a damn nuisance," he growled through clenched teeth.
No wonder his father despised them—they were dangerous and didn't deserve to live.
