Sylus lifted an eyebrow. "I think the Pillar of Wisdom is the most powerful, given that you and Decay have had to team up to keep them in check before."
Jesua's irritation deepened, her tone harsh. "Stop calling us 'Pillars.' We're not pillars. Never were. We're Warlocks. The Warlock of Decay. The Warlock of Trickery. And the Warlock of Wisdom."
At those words, Cyrus froze, his blood running cold. That name—it was painfully familiar. His heart raced as memories surfaced, lessons from his world's history classes. The Warlock of Wisdom, better known as revenge incarnate. A name spoken in hushed tones, a legend of a force that had brought ruin to civilizations.
"That's... impossible," Cyrus muttered under his breath, his unease worsening.
Jesua smirked, clearly enjoying the effect her words had. "Oh, it's very possible, little man. And if Wisdom's coming back, well..." Her grin widened. "You'd better hold on tight."
