"The main gate is indeed tightly secured," Lokhak said helplessly, pointing to his own neck, "but that's not the true trouble. Otherwise, I would have been able to rescue her just now."
"Your sister mentioned that she and a few slaves in the embassy have been subjected to a terrible curse by a wizard. No matter where they run, with just a thought from the wizard, they could be beheaded."
"Among those who were sent to the embassy with your sister, there was a slave who erred and angered the other side. Right in front of them, their neck was severed by that curse."
"..." Lokhak gaped, his eyes widening in panic over his sister's safety.
The concept of magic was obviously beyond the boy's understanding. He bowed his head to calm down, then looked at his companion who had cast spells before, even dispelling demons.
"Leon, do you have a way to lift this vile magic?"
