Fortunately, the metal-skinned warrior didn't seem to be among the crowd. From what Luke had said, the only ones who had managed to crawl back from that slaughter were either mid-ranked Circle Warriors or powerful mages. Not a single low-ranked fighter had survived.
Cassian let out a quiet breath of relief. At least he wouldn't need to hide his face—not yet. That was impossible anyway, not when he had to gather information. Even if he couldn't uncover the traitor, any scraps of intelligence could tilt the scales in his side's favor—if not against the entire cult, then at least here on this battlefield.
With the tension easing from his chest, Cassian allowed himself to focus again. He glanced around, eyes narrowing thoughtfully, before turning back to Luke. "So," he asked, voice casual but edged with intent, "Any suggestions on who I should make my first slave?"
