It didn't take long to figure out who committed this blunder. It was her, but how could she still use magic? Draven's eyes furrowed as he considered all of this. There is no way that is real. It caused Draven to think a lot. He should have done something to halt Anesthesia. He needed to do something with her before Wilson. He wasted his valuable time on Wilson.
Draven was giving those beasts a stern and acute look. His eyes slowly grew crimson. Was he attempting to command those creatures? Could he keep them under control? However, those horrifying rodents suddenly stopped attacking troops and turned their heads in the vague direction of the great hall. Those rodents' eyes were as red as blood.
When Draven noticed they were staring at him, he grinned. He truly believed that he had captured those under his control. One rodent was holding a soldier in its jaws. When its eyes landed on Draven, it halted its attempt to feed.
