The Redtorn family, led by Lark, stepped back into the arena, their expressions a blend of worry and confusion, still unaware of the current situation.
They tried to ask, but the sages remained silent, none daring to speak without first receiving permission.
So—
With no other choice, they had to see it for themselves.
At the center stood Asher and Lucia, flanked by the five named sages. She looked uneasy.
Lark and the others were elated by her worried expression.
"They've caught him," he let out a wide grin. "Finally. He should be executed on the spot for daring to challenge the Sorcerer King."
It was a crazy idea, and they were relieved that Julius handled it himself. Though they had to admit, the explosions that followed left them stunned—it only served to highlight how dangerous he was
However—
His daughter, wrinkled her nose. "Shouldn't they be… pressuring him? Why do they look so casual?" she wondered aloud.
