"Watch out!" a District Two spellcaster shrieked as he spotted a magical arrow streaking through the dark air toward their leader.
A wave of utter chaos erupted across the plaza. None of the assembled crowds had anticipated an ambush, especially while so many were severely injured or desperately seeking an opportunity to flee.
"Are you alright, sir?!" a mage shouted, frantically scanning the platform. "Someone call a healer over here!"
Yogev reeled back and hit the flagstones, his head spinning from the shock of the surprise impact.
Every eye in the plaza turned toward the assailant who had conjured the projectile and struck down the most powerful figure on Delwias Island. Standing at the edge of the crowd was a young girl, tears streaming down her pale face.
Lexie had been weeping long before she loosed the string. Following the tragic annihilation of her family, she had isolated herself within the depths of the scorched forest, attempting to process her crushing grief.
