A few minutes had passed since Verc left the throne room with Onyx in his arms, and by now—
"Ugh..."
Kael groaned as he finally broke free from the lingering effects of the paralysis. He flexed his fingers and rolled his shoulders, feeling the strength return to his limbs. He could move freely again.
"You idiots... why did you just stand there and let him get away?"
He asked, his brows furrowed in a mix of frustration and exhaustion. He looked at Gibson and the others who were gathered around him, none of them moving to pursue Verc.
"What were we supposed to do? He had you as a hostage. We couldn't just risk him cutting your throat."
Stanford answered, a small, knowing smile playing on his face despite the grim situation.
"You guys are a bunch of absolute idiots."
Kael said, though there was no real heat in his voice. He sat up on the cold floor, wiping the blood from the small cut on his neck.
"Like you can talk."
Gibson quickly responded with that, crossing his arms.
