157. Henry was on a bed and his chest was heaving. He was starting at the ceiling, but all he could see was the royal soldiers drag Mira away into the smoke. Last night was like a nightmare for him. "No!" Henry exclaimed, pushing himself up. "I'm going after her right now." Kael grabbed his arm again, yanking him back down. "Are you out of your mind? The headquarters just fell. We've got only about than thirty or forty fighters left who can still swing a sword and the others weren't even good fighters initially. If you launch a rescue now, we will all die!" Henry dragged his arm free, eyes blazing. "She's not just some rebel, Kael! Mira's my woman and she is one of the best swordswomen, men included that we have. She's also the best healer too. The others need her because she lifts their spirits when things get dark. I know the palace better than any of you, I grew up there so I'll be fine!" Kael stood up, frowning. "Nobody is disputing any of that and you know it.

159. Adrian was not at peace… to say in the least. He paced back and forth in the room, trying to focus. At this point, there was only one person who could help him and he couldn’t reach her. "Macy, are you there?" He said inside his head. "Hello, Macy? Talk to me." There was no response from Macy and Adrian tried to concentrate again. “Macy, it’s urgent. Help me here, I need you.” Macy's voice came through just then. It sounded like she was just there in the room there. “I'm here, Adrian. What's going on? You sound horrible." “I feel horrible. I can't find Selene anywhere. I feel like something’s wrong with her.” Adrian responded. “I don’t understand. Why would you think that?” "We were supposed to meet up after the whole thing with lord Harrow. She's insisted on going out on her own and now she’s gone. It's just so strange because it feels like she just vanished like this without a word." Macy paused on the other end. “Yes, I did meet her once. Wait, isn'

161.Adrian stood over Declaw's dead body, looking at him. He was in pain, and the gashes on his back stung now that they were finally done. He fell back onto the sand in spite of the pain and the stinging of the sand on his sweaty skin and wounds. The crowd cheered and booed at him at the same time. Some excited and others mourning the fall of their old favourite. “ALL MY MONEY IS GONE!” One of the spectators screamed. He jumped down to the sand to attack Adrian but was promptly carried away by guards. "Fuck... you!” Adrian muttered down at the corpse, spitting blood, not even noticing the chaos before him. "You enjoyed that too much, didn't you?" Before he could catch his breath, the clown announcer's voice boomed across the stands again. "The knight lives! But the games are just getting started! Next challenger!" The gates opened once more for a wiry man they called Razor. He was skinny, fast as hell, with twin curved blades that made noise as he ran. "You're a

163. Henry stood over the body of the poisoned guard he had just killed, chest heaving as blood dripped from the stolen bow in his hand. “Come on then!” He screamed at the guards. “Which one of you bastards wants to die next? You’re following orders of evil and expect to still be on top!” The crowd cheered. “YES!” “KILL THEM!” “MORE BLOOD!” Adrian looked around in disbelief. The guard had been dead for less than five seconds and thousands of people were cheering like they had just witnessed something beautiful. “What the fuck is wrong with these people?” He muttered. Suddenly, a horn was blasted. Immediately, several armoured guards rushed at Henry at once. Henry cursed at them and then fired another poisoned arrow. One guard took it through the eye and collapsed on the spot. The others kept coming. They didn’t care about their lives or whatever, this job was their lives. Henry barely dodged a spear thrust before a shield smashed into his ribs. “Henry!” Adria

163. Henry stood over the body of the poisoned guard he had just killed, chest heaving as blood dripped from the stolen bow in his hand. “Come on then!” He screamed at the guards. “Which one of you bastards wants to die next? You’re following orders of evil and expect to still be on top!” The crowd cheered. “YES!” “KILL THEM!” “MORE BLOOD!” Adrian looked around in disbelief. The guard had been dead for less than five seconds and thousands of people were cheering like they had just witnessed something beautiful. “What the fuck is wrong with these people?” He muttered. Suddenly, a horn was blasted. Immediately, several armoured guards rushed at Henry at once. Henry cursed at them and then fired another poisoned arrow. One guard took it through the eye and collapsed on the spot. The others kept coming. They didn’t care about their lives or whatever, this job was their lives. Henry barely dodged a spear thrust before a shield smashed into his ribs. “Henry!” Adria