"Finish the job? You mean kill him!" Avan gasped, then his furious voice followed: "You would dare ignore your status and act against a child!"
The other four remained silent, sharing a unanimous stance.
They didn't feel at ease. Each time that blight lived, there was a chance of what happened back then happening again.
Recalling the past, chills crawled down their spines.
Further solidifying their stance — that half-blood had to die!
Avan's fists banged on the table furiously. He was already mad — they wanted to kill a child for what? Nothing but what he could possibly become.
Back then, the family had almost been brought to the brink of extinction by similar Duskreaver half-bloods.
It had happened so often it built a deep root of resentment across generations, causing the ingrained detest for bastards the Duskreavers carried.
But to think they would go as far as killing him…
