All the effort he and the Commander Lord had put into the conspiracy over a century was about to succeed, yet it inexplicably ended in death.
His last gaze fell upon Owen Bertram, as he faintly heard Owen say two words: "Trash."
The torrent of sword energy washed Old Camel clean, as if removing a pile of filth from the steps. Then it shrank back like a divine dragon, coiling and hovering around Owen Bertram.
Owen strode inward, but behind him, the Southern Prison Town Comforting Office members were still in a state of shock. Owen went on without realizing no one was following, until he looked back and called out, "Catch up!"
Andrew Oamond and the others came to their senses and hurriedly followed their leader with their blades in hand.
