Jade: The Hybrid Mage
he said, his voice distorted but clear.
The scarred mage stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as they fixed on the tortoise symbol etched into my palm. “Interesting,” she murmured.
“What does it mean?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
Her expression gave nothing away. “It means you have much to explain. But that’s for later.” She turned to the others. “She’s clean. Let her through.”
“What about Blooby?” I asked, clutching the small mechanical knight to my chest.
The mage’s gaze softened, if only slightly. “He can come—for now.”