Across the cavern, Zareth wiped the sweat from his brow, his sharp gaze flicking toward Kain. The others were already tending to their wounded contracts, using whatever healing abilities they had to stabilize them. But there was something unspoken hanging in the air.
Zareth was the first to say it.
"They were drawn to you."
Kain tilted his head slightly, his expression neutral and feigning innocence. "What do you mean?"
Zareth gestured to the battlefield. "We aren't horribly injured because they pretty much ignored us as much as they could. Every single one of them was trying to reach you, no matter the cost. That's not normal."
Jamie, who was pouring some kind of unknown liquid on his bear's injurred leg, frowned. "He's right. It was like you were a beacon or something."
Lina also looked up from where one of her contracts was healing her leg. "It wasn't just their focus... It felt like they needed to reach you."
