Watching Ararat leave, Jared felt a mix of emotions. Lyra hurried to his side, worry glinting in dark eyes. “Jared, are you hurt?”
Jared shook his head, then glanced at Corin, who junior disciples were lifting. “Master Morden, how do you fare?”
Though his face stayed pale, Corin managed a weary smile. “I’m fine… However, Lester will not give up easily. We are in big trouble.”
Flaxseed scratched at his chin, gaze drifting toward the horizon. “That geezer has woven roots through level five for years. Should rally every sect knows, even Mr. Goizeder‘s shield may bend.”
Jared offered no reply. He could sense that danger was lurking. Lester’s vengeance would come sooner and far more brutal than any of them dared imagine.
***
Elsewhere, inside a jolting carriage, Lester sat with a stern face. Each bounce of the wheels stoked the fury simmering behind his eyes.
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