Chapter 113: Prey
Wuthenya had guessed the exact same thing, it would either be Malrik or their father; Azeron. After all, the two of them were widely acknowledged as the strongest members of the Wargrave Ducal Household.
The Sinvairas wouldn’t bother targeting someone weak like her, nor would they waste their efforts on some 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 name. 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 former 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 moment 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 immense, 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 some random battlefield."
Yet deep down, Malrik didn’t believe any plan the Sinvairas made would succeed. He cherished every member 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.