Kori turned to Wulf and Kaiser, his voice gravelly and cold, filled with an eerie calm. "And you two... It seems this is your end of the line."
Wulf's jaw clenched. He gave a sidelong glance to Kaiser. "On me," he said.
Kaiser nodded. A shift in the air followed.
From behind Wulf, the Jester emerged like smoke from shadow, its lanky form draped in motley rags. The blindfold that usually masked its sight was lifted, and the moment it revealed its glowing eyes, a burst of blinding radiance flooded the area.
Soldiers nearby stumbled backward, screaming and shielding their eyes. Kaiser, with timing refined by instinct, shut his eyes the moment the light flared. But Kori remained still.
Wulf moved, sprinting, hoping to seize the moment. But he was yanked to a sudden stop.
Kori had grabbed him by the neck.
The old seer's grip was impossibly strong. Wulf gagged and kicked. "For an old man, you're stronger than you look," he spat through clenched teeth.
