[A few minutes earlier]
Adrian stood facing the true perpetrator behind the chaos.
After sending Sylvie to Raven he knew he could focus on these goons.
He trusted Raven just as he trusted the others on the server. Not only the trust he had built in these few weeks but the memories of Avirin he got told him how close these people were. So yes, Sylvie was in safe hands.
Juggler was no longer smiling, no longer playing the fool. The loss of Bishop had wiped every trace of amusement from his masked face.
Bishop wasn't just any sorcerer—he was a prodigy. A treasure of the cult, recognized even by their leader. Just at the age of seventeen, he had achieved things which might take a lifetime for a sorcerer to accomplish. He was an asset for the cult.
His safety had been Juggler's duty, and yet, because of his obsession with tormenting Adrian, he had lost his ace.
