Swamp Dragon looked at the letter in his hands with furrowed brows. His jaw was strained, and his hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly.
He had trusted Kyle.
When Kyle had been outed as a member of the Cult, he had given him another chance, believing that Kyle was no longer loyal to the enemy of all existence.
But now, Kyle was colluding with the Cult of Final Fate again.
It was difficult for Swamp Dragon to associate the Kyle he knew with all of these crazed lunatics he had killed as a Defender.
Whenever the Cult attacked, they showed no restraint. While normal Seekers fought each other for personal gain, the members of the Cult were not like that. Normal Seekers didn't slaughter countless Mortals. Why would they? These Mortals didn't have anything that could benefit them.
And yet, the Cult targeted everyone. In fact, the weakest people were their first targets.
How could his best friend be like them?
