Chapter 88
The door crashed open.
Logan stumbled into the inn, his heavy boots thudding against the wooden floor. His breath reeked of cheap wine. Bloodshot eyes scanned the room—skipping over the Godfall guards, the overturned chairs, and the servants pressed fearfully against the walls.
Then his gaze landed on Dax's table.
White hair.
He grinned, a wet, ugly thing.
"It must be those freaks."
As a rank seven master, he instantly sensed the complete absence of mana from Dax's body. No fluctuations. No aura.
To him, Dax was empty.
He slammed his palm against the nearest table. Wood cracked.
"Ahhh! So the rumors were true." His voice boomed through the inn, loud enough to rattle the windows. "Because of your lack of mana, the world made you a pretty boy."
He licked his lips deliberately.
"Such a shame."
Beside Dax, Nadia's golden eyes turned to ice.
Madeka's hand paused mid-reach for Dax's shoulder. Her smile didn't fade—it sharpened.
The guards went deathly silent.
