Chapter 113: Prey
Wuthenya had guessed the exact sa thing, it would either be Malrik or their father; Azeron. After all, the two of them were widely acknowledged as the strongest mbers of the Wargrave Ducal Household.
The Sinvairas wouldn’t bother targeting soone weak like her, nor would they waste their efforts on so Elders or even the Great Elders. If they were to strike, they would aim to make it hurt, to carve a deep, unforgettable wound into the Wargrave na. They would seek out those whose loss would shake the very foundation of the household.
But before Wuthenya could voice her thoughts, Malrik continued speaking. "Or we could both be attacked simultaneously, crippling the power of the Wargrave in a single day."
His words made Wuthenya’s thoughts pause. That scenario... she hadn’t considered it before. When had anyone ever said that the Sinvaira would only target one person? There was no established pattern to their behavior.
In fact, no one even knew their precise number, only that there were at least five of them. Three had murdered her grandfather, the forr Primarch, and two others had been sighted sporadically across various regions and eras over the past few decades.
With that many, they could easily split their strength and strike down the two greatest threats in a single coordinated assault. Then they would leave the remnants of the Wargrave clan to be slaughtered by the humans.
After all, there was no reality where the Emperor, the Dukes, and the major Empires wouldn’t pounce the mont the Wargrave’s strongest were gone. The opportunity to seize Wargrave resources, territories, and secrets would be too tempting to pass up. The losses would be imnse, and the betrayal inevitable.
"At the end of the day, it’s all speculation," Malrik said, cutting through the silence once more. "We don’t truly know their course of action. For all we know, they might retreat and never show their faces again, not until we die on so random battlefield."
Yet deep down, Malrik didn’t believe any plan the Sinvairas made would succeed. He cherished every mber of his family, siblings, aunts, uncles, great-aunts, and great-uncles. Each one of them fell under the category of his loved ones. And Solaris, the being bound to him, made it impossible for threats to sneak past his awareness.
Once the Sinvairas made a plan, Malrik would already know about it long before they even carried it out. Such was the nature of Solaris’ abilities. Unlike others who relied on information networks, formations, or spy rings, Malrik needed no such tools.
Yet even as he trusted Solaris, Malrik acknowledged what he considered a strange loophole, or rather, an oddity in Solaris’ abilities. It wasn’t a flaw. It was almost like Solaris could see the future, in its own way.
Wuthenya had been ambushed many tis throughout her life. And every ti, Solaris only inford Malrik if the danger would result in her death or irreversible injury. It never bothered to warn him about attacks she could survive or recover from.
But that raised the question, how did Solaris know? How could it distinguish between wounds that were temporary and those that were fatal? Could it really see the future? Could it analyze cause and effect so deeply that it could predict outco on its own accord?
Malrik didn’t know. He couldn’t explain it. But he wasn’t too concerned. In ti, he believed he would understand it all.
’They could still co after
again. I need to get stronger, and I need to do it faster,’ Wuthenya thought as she walked beside her brother, her face calm but her mind racing.
’I can’t keep relying on him. He’s already saved
three tis, and I haven’t saved him even once.’
Malrik had indeed saved her twice, and though she was grateful, she wasn’t fond of feeling like a helpless princess awaiting rescue from a noble knight. It wasn’t her style. But she wasn’t stupid enough to tell Malrik to stop either.
’One day, I’ll be the one to save Malrik,’ Wuthenya vowed silently. She didn’t know when that day would co, but she believed it would. She believed she could.
She found herself imagining Malrik’s expression the day she finally saved him. That ridiculous smile he always wore, that smug grin that seed to scream; "I’m the best at everything I do
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