Chapter Fifty
Outside, everything appeared chaotic. The draeyks and daerions overran them. Even without the guidance of the warlock, they were still a dangerous threat. Searon assumed the necromancers were still alive, hidden amidst the chaos. Even though Searon defeated the warlock, it still seemed they would lose the city.
He tried to puzzle over the two riddles the wizard head murmured before its eyes closed. His hands reached for his claymore. He began fighting as he considered all aspects of the words. He knew it would seem obvious to him if his head remained clear. There were so many new things he had learned in the last hours that still baffled him. His thoughts clouded in a swirl of confusion.
Suddenly it dawned on him as he pondered the question of who he truly was. Blood, both
