Last Respects

As Atheria, Xander, and the battered band of rebels limped into their secret hideout, the weight of the night's events hung heavily in the air. The hideout, a dimly lit, cavernous space, felt more oppressive than ever. The rebels set down their hard-won loot with a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

Atheria, her expression grim, turned to Xander. "What the hell were you thinking back there, Xander? Killing a mage from the Guild? Do you have any idea how much worse you've made things?"

The other rebels murmured in agreement, the anxiety palpable among them. "Yeah, we're already on thin ice with the Mage Guild. Now they'll be baying for blood," another rebel added, his voice tinged with worry.

Wearing his sword clean, Xander looked at them, his eyes still holding the remnants of battle's fury. "Listen up," he began, his tone unapologetic. "That mage was going to kill us all. I did what I had to do to protect us. Sometimes, you have to make the hard choices."

"But King Richard is negotiat
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter