Tissa's warriors gathered around the angry fiery face. Oman didn't join them. He knew it wouldn't change anything even if he saved the prince now. The arrow had left the bow; now, it couldn't be retracted. What he could now was to inform his men to carry out their entrusted tasks, and so he did. He summoned twenties messenger birds and threw them into the air. The colorless birds chittered and vanished. Vasu gave Oman a quick look. His son, Ambhik, had fled the arena with Karuvaki taking her to a safe place.
"I hope you will keep your word, wizard. He is more than my son. Trust me if anything happens to him, this world will not last more than a day, "
Udolf couldn't help but look at Oman. Lord's words seemed to exaggerate. However, he didn't ask anything.
"I will make sure he reach Ahom safely," he said. "Take care yourself, I'm leaving now."
Bhadra gave a light bow to his employee and left.
