"You must protect yourself," Drow repeated, his voice nearly a plea.
The expression on his face carried a sorrow that Illiya couldn't quite read.
Illiya refused to dwell on it too deeply. He could only force himself to maintain composure.
"Is it because Yaguk Theocracy still has a hidden move left to play?" Illiya asked quietly. Right now, that seemed like the only explanation.
Drow nodded.
He had never doubted Illiya's intelligence, and he wasn't surprised Illiya had drawn that conclusion.
He wanted to explain the specifics of Yaguk Theocracy's hidden schemes, but suddenly he found out that his throat had closed up, preventing him from saying a single word.
His expression darkened all at once.
A terrible suspicion crept into his mind.
A metallic taste of blood surged up in his throat, and his face turned an awful shade.
There had been no signs of this before—so why now, just as he was trying to confess something important, could he not say a single word?
