Nolan pulled his hand back and stared at the pile of ashes before him—Zarak's body.
"What a waste," he muttered coldly.
At first, he had intended to use Zarak for longer. But after a moment's thought, he realized it wasn't worth it.
Zarak had clearly been ambitious, and controlling him would have been no easy task. Nolan could have used hypnosis or other methods, of course, but it wasn't necessary.
If it couldn't be done, there was no need to force it. It was better to simply kill him and blame Cedric, who had intended to eliminate the fat man from the start.
"Even so, I am curious about one thing: was Zarak really the son of that old man?"
The mockery he had directed at Zarak earlier had been nothing more than a passing thought. But the more he considered it, the less impossible it seemed.
Since childhood, Zarak had always been different from the others. Aldric was strong and brave, inheriting many of the old man's traits. Cedric was smart, cunning, and calculating.
