Marsden had a magnetic implant that actually held the medallion in place, grafted under the skin – another of the gamer's new inventions.
They had sold them in the millions within one year of their release. What the wearers did not know was that each one had been encoded with individual tracking, activated by the WAR's resource unit, should they ever activate them.
Conspicuously Puck was the only one in the room not wearing one. He was all prepared to glamour them, however Marsden walked straight up to him and hissed "You need to find your own game to play in Fae ... your kind are not welcome here".
Puck was mildly taken aback that Marsden had recognised this about him.
Marsden's medallion seemed to emit some kind of black smoke that turned in a spiral like a Catherine wheel before the sparks take flight. The other men in the room all rose from their seats and moved in towards him threateningly.
The animosity was palpable.
"Where there's smoke there's fire,” Marsden snarled cryptically.
And then, in one dreadful moment, Puck could feel it - his chest ached and he suddenly became breathless - his beloved tree was burning.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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