Warlock Ch 322. The Only Survivor
No one spoke.
The battle mage forced out a hollow, broken chuckle. "I was too weak to move. I was already half-dead, just lying there, watching them get cut down like nothing." His hands clenched, knuckles white. "They didn't hesitate. They didn't ask questions. They just killed them."
Damian exhaled slowly. "Then how did you survive?"
The battle mage swallowed hard. "Another participant died near me. She had a… hiding crystal on her." His fingers twitched. "I crawled to it. Used it. They didn't see me."
Cedric's hands tightened around the armrest of his seat. "And you stayed hidden."
The battle mage nodded. "Until the fae found me."
Cedric's gaze sharpened. "And how do you know they were actually helping you?"
The battle mage swallowed, his throat visibly dry and raw from exhaustion. "Because they didn't do what the others did."
Cedric frowned. "What do you mean?"
