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The Supreme Council
The Nobles had no idea that their morning jog would be disrupted by a never-before-seen scene. Seven Wielders were lying unconscious to the field. Sloane and Karina were near each other. They didn’t have many wounds, unlike Jake whose legs were torn apart. Anastasia was lying five meters away from them, her hands raised, her unresponsive eyes wide open. Meanwhile, the twins were lying on top of Blame whose bodies were filled with blisters and burns.
“What the hell?” said one of the Nobles as his eyes traveled past the Wielders and was set to the wolves. There wasn’t energy surrounding their body, their bones visible over their ripped skin. They were lying on the pool of blood quite afar from the Wielders; however, even if the wolves were dead, the Nobles were still wary of their presence that they forgot for a little while about their comrades lying helpless on the ground.
It was until Mr. Porche arrived did the others were forced into action. S
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