The overgrowths slowly and harshly entangled around his helpless body. He seemed like he was naturally part of the tree with how the overgrowths clinging and attaching themselves to him.
The edges were being tinged with red as his blood dripped from being mercilessly stabbed little by little.
"Don't we still have to extract the truth from him? Where do you think we will find a Soul Elementalist?" King Gregor said which he was replied to with a glare from the queen.
He felt that he was in danger, however, there was nothing he could do. If the queen wanted to give him chase, the King of Rianzares could do nothing. The gap between ranks is just too vast to fill.
From far away, the nobles and Prince Harold came out of their hiding spots when they saw that the explosions had stopped.
