The Last Blood Mage

Fate of the Duke

A shiver coursed down the duke's spine as he saw Xander disappearing from his view, swallowed by the chaos and destruction that surrounded him. Fear took hold of the duke, and he swiftly turned to face his loyal royal guards.

"Let’s leave," the duke's voice trembled, his fear palpable even in his words.

"We should have done this sooner, your grace," one of the royal guards couldn't help but express his frustration at the duke's previous decision to remain in the forest, despite the escalating danger.

The duke's strong aversion to the mages was the driving force behind his determination to witness their downfall, even if it meant putting himself and his guards in harm's way.

"Are you questioning my decision, soldier?" The duke's tone turned icy, his authority cutting through the tense air.

Before the soldier could respond, another voice cut through the atmosphere, sending a renewed wave of unease through the group. It was a voice that didn't belong to any human, a guttural and otherwor