"Walk with me," Malakai said without stopping. "Tell me everything you found out."
Nyx vanished and appeared beside him, effortlessly matching his pace.
"The darkness creature," she began, "was born from the Maugrim that ambushed us on our way back from the Black Reach."
Malakai's steps halted. He turned toward her slowly.
"He died."
"Yes, Night Vein."
"How?"
He really tried to suppress the shock and the rising anger boiling inside him.
Delmas.
The same Maugrim they had captured. The same one Malakai had planned to use as a weapon against Khana.
'I was glad the Iron Saint was put in charge… was I wrong about him?'
The Iron Saint was known by all as a man of honor. He had distanced himself from politics and devoted his life to serving the Sovereign and protecting the west.
But for the first time, Malakai found himself doubting him.
"They're not sure," Nyx said. "But they suspect the Maugrim took precautions."
