"Who's next?"
Adam turned, anger rumbling in his eyes like an erupting volcano. Each time he glared at the two teachers—no, the two bastards—a surge of reproach crashed over him.
They had been there, plotting in plain sight against Julius and in his naivety, he believed Alexander had no ulterior motives.
'What a fool I am.'
Indeed, a fool who trusted that Shepard, who couldn't even manage his city-state properly, would have checked their backgrounds extensively. He wouldn't make the same mistake again.
'Let it be a lesson not to trust others blindly because of their strength or position.'
Like a bucket of icy water, Alexander's solemn voice broke his thought process as his determination firmed in his mind.
"I don't want to fight you. Reynard is my captive, and Nathan is useless," the adept said, pointing at the two men before continuing. "You win."
