Hundred and forty-three

"He's gone berserk," Orga panted, barging into the hall. Sweat and blood coated his face.

"Berserk?" Arabella asked, her brow tilted.

"Yeah, you know, when someone is furious? Sandro is beyond furious, and he doesn't resemble the person I saw before," Orga explained. "I doubt we can subdue him without giving him what he wants, considering he's not the main threat right now."

Orga was well aware of the threat to Arabella from the very beginning. He knew she had a twin and was familiar with the prophecy that kept them apart. However, he deliberately led her to believe it was Sandro, counting on her intense hatred to push her to unleash her maximum power rather than making her feel at ease.

"What do you mean you can't handle him?" Arabella asked, her brows furrowed. "He's just one person. You're powerful and possess enough of the Phoenix to take down fifty werewolves!"

"Sandro isn't just any werewolf," Blaze asserted.

Arabella shook her head as she stared at him. "Then what is he?"

"He's