Truths and lies

“I’m sorry, what?” Elliot’s voice came out laced with venom. I was too stunned by Chaos' confession that the loudness of his voice didn't even startle me.

Chaos’ eyes were full of sorrow as they met mine, “Wha... What are you saying?” I whispered, though it came out more as a choked sob. The air in the room felt thick, my chest heaving with every breath.

“I’ve been tracking the warlock for almost a hundred years. He’s powerful enough to hop through realms with ease. He uses dark magic which makes it damn near impossible to track him. But even dark magic has its limits,” Chaos frowned, “Someone created a forcefield of light magic here and I unknowingly broke that field. He’d tricked me into thinking that he’d managed to make it through, but I was the one who gave him the in.”

My mind was spinning with the information that Chaos had been hiding this whole time. Who would have created a forcefield of magic here? And why? My father had to of had the answers to all of my questions. He