Marked in the Middle
Their voices overlapped in a chorus that made his bones vibrate.
“Do you even know what you’re fighting for?” Evelyn’s voice asked, calm, kind, cruel. “You think destruction ends here? You think the mark makes you different?”
Kael pushed to his feet, muscles screaming. “I know what I’m fighting for.”
He reached for his sword, but the Warden’s shadow struck first. Tendrils lashed across the ground, slicing deep gouges into the earth. Kael rolled aside, barely dodging one before another caught his shoulder. He felt the mark surge again, burning through the wound, sealing it before blood could fall.
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