Chapter 170 - A Grave Accusation

With the dim glow of candles flickering against the stone walls, Arman sat by himself in his quarters. His mind was still plagued by flashes of memory, the pictures from the forest still haunting him. He recalled the sound of a branch snapping in the stillness, followed by the odd energy pulse that struck him, causing his body to freeze and his vision to go blurry. He was the victim of magic, an art long prohibited in Arcanis realm. But he had glimpsed his attacker's face before the spell had fully taken effect. Although he couldn't yet understand why they would do such, he knew the person. It had taken all of his might to walk from the doctor's ward to the council hall, with the aftereffects of that peculiar magic weighing down each step. His words were muddled, his vision was blurry, and all he could do was gesture with a shaking palm in the direction of the one he had spotted in the forest. His father's eyes had followed his finger, and suddenly Kian was the center of attentio