Lucian bent down, examining the remaining ruins of the burnt small building. It seemed someone set the fire on purpose; there was no sign of a firewall, or any object that required fire to function. However, his hunch couldn't be confirmed due to everything turning to ashes.
"Let's leave. There is nothing here but ashes," Lucian sighed, glancing at Adrian, Glain and Dylan who had their hands deep in the ashes, desperately looking to find a clue.
The three were concerned when they heard about the grand duke's injury. Although he was known to be strong, a war god by all, and his wounds would heal faster than a normal person's despite having no healing spells used on him, he was still their commander, a person they owned their lives too.
