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The feeling of this trash’s nose breaking under my fist does little to alleviate my frustration. I grab a fistful of his greasy hair and punch him across the jaw, careful not to break anything useful. “WHERE IS MARLBROOKE!”
The man in question spits out blood while glaring at me- eyes tainted with dark magic. “And why would I tell you? A false king…..” My eyes narrow as he sports on an evil grin. “Long live Marlbrooke!”
I punch him again, and again, and again. Two of my soldiers stand by the door of the bunker, just in case this piece of s**t tries anything. The magic cuffs prevent him from casting, but with Marlbrooke’s followers, you never know what they could have up their sleeves. Based on the sheen of his skin, he was once fae, but black magic coursing thr
