Sylvester's face turned ugly. He shook the Inquisitor by the collar. "What? Say that again!"
"L-Lady Tenth… she suffered the same fate as the other Inquisitors, my lord. The creature is too strong!"
"Nonsense!" Sylvester boomed. "She's a Grand Wizard, and I have seen a grand wizard incinerate an entire mountain range to destroy a bloodling. It's impossible she'd be dead."
"S-she's not dead, my lord." The Inquisitor clarified. "She is stuck inside the dead mist. We don't know what it is or what it does, but whoever inhales it goes into a comatose state and remains standing in one place. We know they are alive but have no way of saving them. They remain inside, standing as if dead."
Sylvester breathed in relief. "In that case, let's return as soon as possible. My light magic should be able to deal with whatever that's in there. Come with me."
