The barrage of spells stopped and Martin was about to move forward when he felt a hand on his shoulder that held him in place.
"Stay where you are, boy." The soft yet threatening voice went straight into Martin's ear, causing him to strictly obey. He knew that if he disobeyed, he would be on his way to another side of the world.
Martin stayed still and his eyes looked ahead, he saw some people come out of the bushes.
It seemed like they were all of the same group and the way they talked made Martin's brows arch.
It was a bit strange but from their appearances, one could tell that they weren't from this part of the world.
"Maybe killing them all was a bit too excessive." A man said, he wore what looked like a golden armor, with bright designs on them.
He had a moustache that wasn't too visible except one looked closely enough.
