Arthur lay sprawled on the ground, his chest rising and falling in labored breaths. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his once-immaculate clothing was torn and singed from Nyx's relentless assault. But when Noah's question hung in the air between them, Arthur's response was the last thing anyone expected.
"I don't know."
Noah stared down at him, Excaliburn still crackling with residual void energy. "What do you mean you don't know?"
Arthur struggled to prop himself up on his elbows, wincing as the movement aggravated his injuries. "I mean exactly what I said. I don't know where Lucas Grey is."
"Bullshit!" Noah stepped closer, his sword's point hovering inches from Arthur's throat. "I saw you. When the fight started, that shadow of yours swallowed him whole. You took him somewhere."
