"What happened to the other one?"
Varek slowly turned his gaze toward Malakai, who stood there with a cold, piercing stare.
The boy couldn't even stand properly, leaning all his weight on his scythe. His body was a mess, blood smeared across every inch of him, clothes torn, and breathing ragged.
Yet, as Varek met his placid eyes, a realization hit him. A Bloom, no, not just any Bloom, but the Red Eclipse, was kneeling in front of this boy.
Which simply meant, the boy currently held all the power.
Varek couldn't help but gulp.
He tried to bow, to show respect, but his body wouldn't budge, no matter how much he tried. Despite still kneeling and not even sparing him a glance, Nyx's aura on him was absolute, paralyzing.
Then, in the next second, that suffocating pressure loosened. His head dropped instantly in a deep bow.
"N-Ninth Vein. I'm glad to see you're aliv—"
"Answer my question," Malakai cut in sharply.
