No one said anything. A deafening silence descended on the prison.
"Anymore questions?" The Black Prophet's voice echoed coldly. No one answered him until a crisp and young male voice came.
"Yes."
Everyone's eyes focused on Thales again. However, he did not start speaking immediately.
Thales heaved a long sigh. He forced himself to chase away everything related to calamities, and what they did, out of his mind.
The prince looked extremely tired, he seemed to be either hesitating or deep in thought.
After quite some time, the second prince's voice came out with some difficulty. "His Majesty… Did he know about this plan before I departed north?"
The Black Prophet did not say anything, but Thales already understood.
