After the blonde's order, Lucian and Daniel hurried to finish off the weakened goblins.
Meanwhile, Ebony kept staring at Marcus, who, with a frown, began circling the girl like a beast stalking its prey.
But the blonde, not stupid in the slightest, did the same so she wouldn't leave her back exposed. That way, both of them searched for a flicker of doubt in the other's eyes.
"This rain trick, how did you do it? I don't know anyone who could pull something like this off without being a mage, and you're not one," Marcus asked as the raindrops burned his skin and melted the snow across the entire citadel.
"It's not that complicated, old man. Don't you know about the great alchemists?" Ebony tried not to miss a single detail of the guy's movements, but the pain on her skin was getting harder to ignore.
"Alchemist? What the hell is that? You're some kind of necromancer, for sure. There's a reason that head you were holding could talk even without its body," Marcus said.
