The entire training hall was silent.
It was because of one man.
A Giant with disheveled hair and burnt marks on his body that was now foaming and lying on the floor.
Baldur didn't give in to Lith's provocation initially and suffered immaculately.
Lith didn't want to torture him and wanted to end things on a peaceful note, but Baldur wasn't cooperating whatsoever. With diplomacy not working, fists had to be brought in.
Sitting cross-legged atop the foaming Baldur's bulging belly, Lith held his chin and looked at Ojas and party.
"Did you hear what he said?"
Ojas, having watched his life's most horrifying torture, gulped and nodded his head.
"Do you know what to do?"
Ojas nodded again. He would be a fool if he didn't know what to do!
"Good. Then start acting on it and let me know if you need some help."
Lith then turned to the remaining Giants of Cimir's faction in the room.
