"I've attached my shadow to Max's back," Marcel said calmly, though his voice was edged with tension. His eyes flicked between Drevon and Max, calculating every breath, every twitch. "If Drevon tries to sneak attack him again, I can swap Max's position with my shadow instantly."
"Good," King Magnar muttered, folding his arms, his eyes locked onto the young man standing beside the Young Monarch. "But it's not Drevon I'm worried about right now. It's that kid." He nodded slightly toward the blackhaired figure who had stepped forward to challenge Max. "I've heard some wild things about him."
"What do you mean?" Elarion asked, his brows furrowing. The usually unshakable Elf King was growing visibly tense.
"His name is William Mackie," Magnar said, his voice low, grim, and heavy with implication. "He's Drevon's hidden student—raised and trained away from the eyes of the world. And his class… it's one of the forbidden ones. He's a Necromancer."
