Ophera upon hearing that, his hand shoots up to touch his cheek confused. He felt it, flesh and healed?..
With confusion he whispers..
"Eh.. a cut?.."
Suddenly, he felt the cut disappear into thin air, the disturbed skin back to normal...
His hand drops down as one of his eyebrows arch up in confusment, his eyes widening a tiny bit, how, why, racing through his sharp mind.
His voice was uneasy as he spoke quietly to his men, but more questioning himself rather than anyone else...
"Its.. gone? . . ."
The silence was deafening, tension building up...
Only then did Ophera remember the witch guy....
With a swift move, Ophera turns around, his ruffled scarf swifting with the movement, with gritted teeth and a mad expression he speaks.
"I will be back!
. . ."
With that he runs off fast, his agility taking him through the woods easily and fast. He dashes through everything...
"Wait Ophera!..."
His men try to stop him but he was already gone. Already going to the witch guy...
Back at The wizards hut with Xateon.. the wizard stands up quickly, grasping his jewelled hat and putting in on his head, sealing his face from view as he spoke quickly..
"Someones coming son, stay here, ill be back.."
He gets ready to get out of the hut...