Mark felt like the air had been sucked from the room. His sword was still clenched tightly in his grip, but his arms hung uselessly at his sides. His brain struggled to process what had just happened.
Clark and Nicole — two of the strongest fighters they had — just… left.
No struggle. No shouts of protest. No resistance. They had been fighting like hell just moments ago, and now they were gone without so much as a backward glance.
Mark's breathing was uneven, his hands clammy with sweat. His heart pounded in his chest as if it was trying to break free. This doesn't make sense.
Clark had survived impossible situations before. He had been the one pulling them through time and time again. So why did he stop? Why did he suddenly leave?
