Robert spoke hastily, his voice laced with anxiety. He feared that one wrong word, one misstep, and Hutson's blade would carve him apart.
Though he was a knight of formidable skill, he had witnessed the sorcery of mages firsthand—seen magic warp reality, seen men reduced to ash in an instant. Against such power, his sword meant nothing.
He had never entertained the thought of striking down a mage. His only concern now was survival—if Hutson decided to turn his magic against him, how could he escape?
Hutson listened carefully, scrutinizing every word. Robert wasn't lying. That much, he was certain of. And yet… something felt wrong.
A piece of the puzzle was missing.
"You said you were trapped inside a house. Which one?" Hutson's voice was sharp, demanding.
Robert hesitated, glancing around the dimly lit town. His eyes flitted over the buildings before settling on one. He pointed.
"That one."
