27. He needs to be banished.

Devon's voice cut through the forest like a sudden gust of wind. "I see Rodrigo's grown bolder," he declared, his tone devoid of warmth.

Antonio's eyes flared with barely contained fury. "We should have banished him the first time. Letting him roam free was our mistake. You might see him as a brother, but in his eyes, you're nothing more than a rival."

Before anyone could respond, a weak, pained groan shattered the charged silence.

Devon whirled on the sound, his predatory gaze zeroing in on its source. There, sprawled on the cold ground, lay one of the Omega Archers. His body quivered with tremors, and his ragged breaths punctuated the heavy air. Deep, unyielding wounds marred his form, and a dark pool of blood gathered beneath him—injuries that stubbornly refused to mend.

With a hardened expression, Devon barked, "We need to get him to the hospital. Now."