Watching Ararat leave, Jared felt a mix of emotions.
Lyra hurried to his side, worry glinting in her dark eyes. "Jared, are you hurt?"
Jared shook his head, then glanced at Corin, who junior disciples were lifting. "Master Morden, how do you fare?"
Though his face stayed pale, Corin managed a weary smile. "I'm fine... However, Lester will not give up easily. We are in big trouble."
Flaxseed scratched at his chin, gaze drifting toward the horizon. "That geezer has woven roots through level five for years. Should he rally every sect he knows, even Mr. Goizeder‘s shield may bend."
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