Chapter 36: A Temporary Alliance
While Lunara was locked in a fierce battle with the Skeleton Queen, elsewhere in the cursed lands of Purgatory, the Guardians and Garrick had gathered together, their faces tense and serious.
The greyish skies loomed heavily above them, as if the very world was holding its breath.
Sybil glanced at Garrick, her voice sharp but uncertain. "What now?" she asked, gripping her weapon tightly, as if ready for a fight at any second.
Garrick didn't hesitate. His tone was cold, matter-of-fact. "We gather the other witches and go save Zayne."
His eyes glinted with something dark, something dangerous.
Saphyra scoffed, her distrust plain as day. She folded her arms and snapped, "Why the hell should we even listen to you?
If you could kill us all right now, you would."
Garrick chuckled dryly, a sound without any warmth.
"Yes. I would," he admitted without shame. "However, I can't. Not yet. Not until I get Zayne out of this shithole.
Then," he added, his voice low and menacing, "I'll come back to kill every single one of you."
The Guardians exchanged tense glances but knew they had little choice.