When the stage gets elevated up above the pit I’m met with the angry stare of the warlock, who stands close to the edge of the elevated platform built against the wall across from me.
He has his hands clenched and his entire body held completely stiff as Katrina holds a dagger made of pure silver to the warlock’s neck, her wide eyes on my form as she stares at me with a shocked expression.
The stage stops with a jerk once the circular edge connected to the edge of the platform, creating an easy way for me to get to the other side, and Katrina presses the dagger closer to his neck without any word said. But he got the message though, and he motioned for me to come forward.
I couldn’t help the feeling of relief at the sight of my cousin, but when I felt the tentacles of strings connecti
