CHAPTER: 83
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LIAM'S POV
"High Mage, he's awake," one of the silver-haired men said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
But instead of quieting down, the others only grew louder. Their chants quickened, rising in volume and intensity. It was like a storm building around me — a vortex of sound and power. I could feel it draining me, like they were pulling something vital from my core.
My blood. My strength. My power.
I didn't need anyone to explain it to me — I could feel it, raw and undeniable. They were siphoning everything I had, and they were doing it fast. If I didn't stop them, I'd be nothing but a shell.
But before I could even lift a hand, everything stopped.
Silence.
They all dropped to their knees, bowing their heads in eerie unison like puppets on a single string.
"Welcome back, Master," they intoned, their voices blending in a haunting harmony. I stared at them, dazed, heart pounding.
What the actual hell?
