Chapter 121: By Whom
Malrik and Wuthenya appeared within the Wargrave estate, materializing with silent grace. Wuthenya exhaled sharply the moment her feet touched the polished ground. Though she didn’t utter a word previously, her mind instinctively braced itself throughout her talk with Malrik, half-expecting another Sinvaira to launch an attack.
Both Malrik and Wuthenya began walking with measured steps, heading toward Azeron’s office, their expressions unreadable yet calm.
"I wonder if the youngest is awake yet," Malrik asked, his voice breaking the silence.
"Well, he just completed his True Awakening. I remember sleeping for about a week straight after mine," Wuthenya replied, walking alongside him in a composed manner.
During her own awakening, she had nearly slept through every hour of the day. It had been a time marked by vulnerability, being targeted by assassins for six and a half hours without a moment’s rest was no ordinary ordeal, especially for a fifteen-year-old child.
"He’s a man now. He should already be awake and training," Malrik remarked with a subtle grin. "Back in my day, I resumed training the very next morning."
"Not everyone shares your obsession, Malrik. Let him rest," Wuthenya countered, shaking her head in mild exasperation.
But Malrik simply shook his head in return. "No one will be around to protect you when I die if he doesn’t push himself now."
Wuthenya paused, watching him speak of his own death without the usual sentimentality. She didn’t try to hush him with the typical, "Stop saying things like that." After all, no one was immortal. Death claimed all, it was only a question of when.
Though Solaris could inform Malrik when his loved ones were in danger, what about Malrik himself? Who would warn him? Who would see it coming? Who would protect him?
This was one of Solaris’s inherent flaws. It could sense danger to others, but not to its wielder. It could protect everyone else but was blind to the peril surrounding Malrik himself.
So, within the entirety of the Wargrave bloodline, only Malrik Wargrave walked in complete blindness at all times. But, it never troubled him. As a Wargrave, it was his lifelong creed: to make a war and battlefield his grave, if necessary.