“What did you just say?” The old man asked, his face twisting into an ugly expression.
“T-the soldiers… t-there was an explosion. They didn’t make it.” The guard was shivering from fear now.
“They died?” The old man sounded like he couldn’t believe it. He trained his chillingly cold gaze on me and before I knew it, the guard's neck snapped to the side and he fell to the floor, lifeless.
The door burst open again and this time, it was Sloane. She almost tripped over the lifeless body on the floor as she marched in, anxious. Her eyes took in the scene in surprise.
“What is it?” The old man called and I didn’t miss the way her charred fingers from the burn earlier trembled.
“We are under attack.” Her gaze settled on me as if saying I did it. “And I can’t find half of our magic wielder
