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Belik
Belik looked at Firian’s roommate, black eye purpling, his only useful hand clenched in his lap. Red seeped through the cloth covering his nose and mouth. After Belik tried to kill him the first time - had killed him, but he’d clung to life somehow—he hadn’t used the Second Level to kill anyone else. That exertion of his power dulled his wits, made him weak. But he would try it again on Bard once this was over.
He’d misread this boy. He had more iron in him than Belik expected. Hopefully he would fight back, then the others would see that Belik hadn’t failed to kill a young boy who by rights should be a Learner, but a worthier adversary.
When Bard opened his eyes, the Unreal flooded back, pure as oxygen. Someone must have killed his Sentry. About time.
In a flash, Belik searc
