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With the cloth, Ezekiel bundled the rocks together. He intended on throwing them into the sea as to prevent their use further, and truly, he had no desire to ever see them again. They tore a small hole in the old cloth, but it would hold. He would carry it to the ocean after he tended to the horse; this was his immediate priority and one he would not abandon.
Enkiel’s words drew a sharp gaze from the Aquila, who hated to hear the words aloud. He knew. Paranoia or not, he knew that trouble had been brewing since the day Halo had been taken from her position. They thought him a weak leader, one that had no right to lead. This only proved that someone was out to destroy him, and as such, Ezekiel could only plan to face them with all the fires of the inquisition his faith had once led. “I know,” he rumbled lowly. “It will be dealt with.” A soft snort from the horse refocused his attention. The Aquila sighed heavily and returned to Viggo’s side. “Come on,” he called to Enkiel, who joined him. They walked side by side and kept watchful eyes on the horse’s painful limp, speaking only occasionally and not on the subject of the traitor in their midst.
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