Tiathe lifted Ned's left arm as she bore her eyes to the markings under his wrist. Unable to believe what she was seeing, she pulled the end of Ned's sleeve. Her eyes widened in amazement and confused manners. She opened her mouth trying to say something but closed it after she realized her words were lacking value.
Ned could barely make a portrait of Tiathe's shocked face in his mind with his vision blackening. He got no strength left to at least pull his hand off Tiathe's grip. But the light under his wrist proved to him that he was still awake, but Ned felt it won't be for long. He could hear muffled noises behind him, Claurette it might be, perhaps, the other candidates. But Ned smirked and slowly shook his head. Why would they care about him, after all these, they would soon be enemies again.
