“Word is he recruited fairly strongly, but lately has stopped,” Antione answered.
Dark considered that statement. “Meaning he’s got enough men or something else so powerful came along that he doesn’t need them any longer?”
Antione lifted the glass to his lips. “My bet is on him discovering a booster to his powers that makes the unity of a group obsolete.” He took a sip before lowering the glass back to the table.
Oh, hell. Dark’s stomach clenched again. “If he got his hands on some magical artefact, all he needs are the proper spells and he will be all-powerful.” The words came out deadpan and filled with tension.
“Yes,” Antione agreed.
“Presumably, you and your buddies could come together and police your own, right? Use your magic lasso and toss him in wizard jail for a while?” Desti
