The gymnasium was enveloped in an eerie silence when Lucian finally arrived.
Earlier on, when Morgan had informed him of his intent to test the Blood Reaper blades, Lucian had planned to tag along.
Unexpectedly, a messenger from his father had arrived bearing news, so he'd told Morgan to go on ahead of him.
When he'd finally arrived, only sparring mats and silence greeted him.
A sickening feeling of foreboding slammed into him.
"What the hell?" His eyes swept across the hall, but there was no one in sight.
He adjusted his glasses, frowning in confusion.
" Could he have left already?" he quietly thought.
As he turned to leave, his eyes narrowed, glimpsing something on the platform.
His eyes widened in horror when he recognized Morgan's limp form on the sparring platform.
He broke into a sprint, scrambling up onto the platform.
Morgan lay unconscious on the platform.
" It can't be. Did Draco and Axel get to him? Was he overwhelmed with numbers?"
