Enden follows behind him and stays quiet while Ezandinius continues to lecture me, “You should be dead already! What point is there in keeping a mass murderer alive for this long if the Grandmaster’s not going to condemn you on sight? What happened, Theoria?”
“I don’t know,” she says. “Someone knocked me out, and I heard two different versions of the same s********e of the developers tried to attack me, and either Tavon or Enden had them killed in my defense. I can’t remember, and I have a terrible headache.”
“In his defense,” Enden cuts in, “Tavon fought valiantly to protect you. He’s actually the hero in all of this, and I’m grateful for his help,” he says while looking into my eyes.
As I meet his dubious gaze, knowing full well his role in what happened, Ezandinius exhales with frust
