Most of the mercenaries were soon overpowered by Valtoria's knights. Some struggled and cursed, refusing to give in, but their defiance vanished the moment Ronan stepped out from the shadows.
He didn't say a word. His cold, sharp gaze cut through the air like a blade. That look alone froze even the most stubborn mercenaries. One by one, their resistance faded, replaced by fear. They lowered their heads and trembled.
"Finally," Garran said, with satisfaction clear in his voice as the last mercenary was subdued. "This bunch will spill everything once they see the inside of a Valtorian dungeon."
He looked at Ronan with a mixture of respect and awe. "With this evidence and the prisoner, Viscount Dremoor's plans will be exposed before the High Council."
Ronan nodded slightly, his focus now on Aurelia. She cleaned her new daggers with a cloth, the blades still glowing faintly from their fight.
