The proud Chancellor Malrik had already lowered his expectations the moment he realized who had arrived.
But even then, he hadn't expected both Kael and Karion to be part of this costly mistake.
Because now, with his body locked in place and his mana unable to respond accordingly, there was no room left for strategy.
Only force.
Malrik's eyes darted frantically under his hood.
If he were pinned, he'd just have to force his way out.
He lashed his now-forked tongue against the roof of his mouth, biting down hard until the metallic tang of his poisonous blood filled his throat as his fangs pierced flesh.
Good.
He needed that.
The Chancellor, who barely had any time, began to chant internally, focusing his power in preparation for toxic miasma to bleed out from his robes.
