Benjo's words cut through the silence like a knife. "You've always been a danger, Marco," he spat out, his eyes filled with anger and betrayal. "I thought you had changed. But you're still the same dark warlock."
His words echoed in the quiet night, a painful reminder of their past. Marco felt a sting in his heart, a sense of betrayal. He had tried to protect them, to warn them about the Blood Queen. But his efforts were in vain.
Rico and Lyra remained silent, their expressions a mix of confusion and disappointment. They had trusted Marco, believed in his redemption. But now, they were doubting him, their trust shattered.
The Blood Queen's deception had worked. She had managed to turn his friends against him. And Marco was left alone, his warnings ignored, his trust broken.