In a cold and dimly lit room, Drius watched as Luke, the young man who had upturned their entire understanding of strength and power in a single day, set about questioning the unconscious doctor.
The massive knight was sitting at a distance, an aura of stoicism emanating from him. Yet, beneath that unfazed exterior, a storm of thoughts and emotions was brewing.
He scrutinized Luke's every action, his analytical gaze flickering over the young man's movements.
Luke had been the one to identify the poison in the Duke's body, had saved the Duke using the rare Holy Elixirs, and was now extracting information from the doctor who had orchestrated it all.
The extent of his abilities was beginning to look boundless, making Drius both awed and slightly apprehensive.
Despite his gratitude towards Luke for saving the Duke, Drius couldn't suppress a sliver of unease.
