Amid the ruins of the street, Luca stood covered in blood.
His body was riddled with wounds, a truly horrific sight.
Seeing this, Orf's beard and hair bristled in rage.
Right under his watch, his student had been injured to this extent—how could he not be furious?
His white robe billowed despite the still air, and with one foot, he pinned Kenneth down. The once kind face twisted into a fierce snarl.
"You damn wretch! Speak! Who sent you to assassinate my student?!" Orf's boot ground into Kenneth's chest, and the sheer force embedded him deep into the ground.
"Mmm... mmm…" Kenneth made muffled sounds, his one remaining arm flailing, but he couldn't break free.
The gap between them was enormous, like a mountain looming over a shallow ditch.
To a high-ranking warrior like Orf, an opponent like Kenneth was hardly more than a child.