The blood that had been suppressed in Wesley's Chest spurted out. The force of the blow threw him all the way back to his seat.
"Master!" Zapr rushed to support him.
"Master, are you okay?"
Wesley was breathing rapidly. He was so weak that he couldn't even utter a word.
Zapr turned back and shouted, "Elnandos! You're a leader of Shadowhaven Hall and one of the eight people closest to being immortal! Don't you know the rules? We care about the outcome, but we can never kill! How could you do this?"
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