The sight of Marco, holding the woman by her neck, sent a chill down their spines. They remembered the days when Marco was a dark warlock, his actions driven by power and darkness. Had he returned to his old ways?
"Marco!" Benjo called out, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and concern. Rico and Lyra stood beside him, their expressions mirroring his.
Marco turned to them, his smile fading. He saw the fear, the doubt in their eyes. He released the woman, his gaze never leaving his friends. "I can explain," he began, his voice barely a whisper.
But would they believe him? Would they trust him? The Blood Queen had revealed herself to him, and him alone. And now, he was left with the task of convincing his friends of the truth.