Borg's face was ashen.
He squatted in the damp and cold corner of the wall, his eyes filled with anxiety.
He had finally discovered this secret.
Looking up at the small cell made of rocks, Borg's heart trembled at the discovery of this secret.
If possible, he really did not want to appear in the Nahrin Desert. He did not want to be curious because he saw the watchtower that reached into the clouds. He also did not want to come to the nearby dune, and observed the castle that almost made him dumbstruck on the spot. He wanted to see what was going on here!
If he hadn't been curious, perhaps he wouldn't have been locked in this prison in a dungeon. There wouldn't have been fierce and ferocious guards holding leather whips made of cow skin walking back and forth.
The fierce and vicious gaze that seemed to want to eat him alive made his heart tremble even more.
Borg had never thought of himself as a heroic man.
