The warden lay curled up on the ground in agony, watching as his entire plan crumbled right before his very eyes.
He knew he shouldn't have trusted that dark witch! But what choice did he have? He didn't wield the strength to go up against the royal La Croix family on his own without the power that she promised. So he had gone against his better judgement, sought her out and struck a deal with her. But just as he had feared, that wretched witch was nothing but a back-stabber. Thankfully, he had come prepared for such a moment as this.
The wound in his back was not immediately fatal, but it was deep enough to have sliced cleanly through the first few layers of skin, right down the soft tissue and some muscle. Blood oozed from the open wound, trickling down his back and soaking into the hard, porous ground below.
