Chapter 17 – Part 8

 

“Hurry up!” called the dark lord, striding past Mark, suddenly eager to reach the room ahead.

Mark quickened his pace.

Before he’d reached the room, his spirits plunged. He took one look at John’s clenched fists and knew the answer right away. Mark hung back. If only he could disappear from the face of the earth or dig a hole on the ground so he could hide himself.

It was too late. The dark lord sensed his presence. Every muscle on his body tensed as John turned and hissed, “You better know what you’re doing!”

Mark gulped and looked into the room. He now understood why the dark lord was enraged.

The sight before him was too disappointing.

 

 

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