"It's been a while since I lost my abilities to the chief," Grakk said as he continued walking toward me, his boots pressing heavily into the soil with each step. "He promised me he'd make sure I get them back by having me take out a Chosen. But since then, I've been stuck on these walls, fending off intruders."
He rolled one shoulder as though loosening an old frustration.
"And to think a Chosen is foolish enough to walk right up to me."
There it was.
Ambition.
So I had been right.
He had once been a Chosen. Lost that status—likely to his own leader—and now sought to reclaim it by killing another.
But that was never going to happen.
"Foolish?" I echoed calmly. "You don't think you're the foolish one? Leaving the protection of that barrier to face what is, from your perspective, guaranteed death?"
Grakk snorted, the sound harsh and dismissive.
"Arrogant fool… Die!"
He didn't hesitate after that.
