"Let's go," said Eros. He stepped out of the river first. He secretly glanced at the cloth wrapped around his arm. "That's ugly," he commented.
Namara followed Eros. She didn't know what the man was thinking. Right now she was curious about Leor's whereabouts. Where did Carax's roots take the man away? Could it be to the land beneath the Carax Forest?
They finally arrived at their place. The battle marks make the forest chaotic, messy. Carax's wand had reappeared there and Eros immediately took it.
"Has Sir confirmed Leor…."
"If no one had stopped him on the way he should have been imprisoned in the Carax Forest."
He wanted to torture Leor through the Carax tree. Leor would feel the same way as Atne. Nailed to trees to absorb the blood.
After all, Namara's guess was right. It was just that she felt a little unsure. What if someone could get Leor out of there? Let it go, anyway it's none of her business.
