CHAPTER 21

(ORION’S POV)

"We found the warlock, Sir!" The voice pierced the chaos, authoritative and clear. Three of our royal soldiers dragged Angelo into the heart of the turmoil beyond the haven's walls. With precise force, they made him kneel beside Nova's lifeless form, her body cold and motionless on the ground, still smoldering from the arrow wound. Grief and shock overwhelmed Angelo, and tears silently streamed down his face as he hung his head low.

As Marcus effortlessly freed himself from his fallen horse, seemingly unaffected by the paralysis magic, I observed his calm demeanor. He brushed the dust off his light armor with practiced ease, revealing his familiarity with combat.

With disdain evident in his voice, Marcus soothed his jittery horse, his grip firm on the reins until it settled. Towering beside his steady mount, he commanded, "Take heed, all of you!"

"Emberlyn," Marcus's voice demanded attention, gesturing towards Angelo. His tone left no room for argument.

My gaze shifted