Sarah's eyes widened in horror, her breath caught in her throat. Ruby and Ariana both frowned, their expressions darkening as the old man wheezed out the truth about the Acolytes' scheme.
"They… they're hell-bent on causing a massacre," Ruby muttered under her breath.
Explosives. Dozens of them—planted all around the venue.
And only the Juggler knew their exact locations.
"Please… no more… no more…" the old man whimpered, collapsing to the ground, groveling at her feet like a broken creature. His hands clawed at the floor as if begging for mercy.
There was not a single physical wound on his body yet the man appeared paler than a sheet and believed death was a mercy for him.
Ruby's eyes narrowed. Her jaw tightened. Without a flicker of hesitation, she lifted her boot and brought it down hard on his neck. A sharp *crack* echoed in the chamber, severing the fragile thread between his brain and body. His limbs twitched once, then fell still.
