Tracking spell

He was wearing a gray prisoner jumpsuit that looked brand new, contrasting with the former elder's grimy appearance. His face was smeared with snot and tears and his prodigious beard smeared with dried blood and saliva.

Louis walked unsteadily and his hands shook uncontrollably, his unfocused eyes looking slowly around the room, but his mind was confused and didn't register anything his eyes were seeing.

'Is this really the dark elder?' Canan thought in disbelief. The old man in front of them looked like a sick old who could die at any moment, rather than a ruthless necromancer and terrorist.

'It must be the result of drugs and continued torture. Or perhaps because he is a necromancer who fights with the support of several undead, he is not used to pain and easily gave in to torture.' Eirin considered the different possibilities and decided to investigate what was done with Louis.