Upon hearing the head guard's words, a tremble ran through Thales' heart.
'What? Ex- execution?'
'How can it be? Lampard. He…'
The military courier shook his head and pointed at Thales. His expression was imposing and his gaze was profound. "No, according to the higher-ups… just leave the boy behind… get rid of the others."
The few people in the prison cell heard these words. They exchanged glances simultaneously and saw astonishment in each other's eyes.
Kohen's mouth widened into an 'O' shape. Miranda furrowed her eyebrows tightly instead, feeling extremely disconcerted.
Panic-stricken, Little Rascal nudged Thales. The latter suppressed the terror in his heart while he put up a strong front, gesturing for her to stay calm.
From the head guard's expression, he looked as if he did not dare to believe it. The head guard raised the scroll in his hand up to where the Everlasting Lamp shone and read it several times over.
