Even Isaac, Quentin, and the others seemed to ignore the light as if it was invisible to them.
Owen ventured a question, "What is that?"
"Huh?" Quentin's deputy looked puzzled, "What?"
Owen pointed towards the direction of the red light, "You can't see it?"
Everyone appeared clueless, "See what?"
They genuinely couldn't see it.
Owen, feeling slightly dejected, asked, "What's that place used for now?"
The red light seemed to be emanating from a row of bungalows.
Quentin glanced over, "That's where the prisoners of war are held."
Owen immediately got up and started walking towards the source of the red light.
Although he was affable, carrying the title of the saint of dragons meant that no one questioned his actions, and everyone went back to their own tasks.
Owen arrived in front of the row of bungalows.
