423. Light That Does Not Burn

Nobody moved, not even the Grand Duke, for he knew that if what Sylvester said turned out to be true, he'd lose one of his greatest weapons, Einarr. But he was a man with a devious mind, and there was no way he'd ever let something ruin his plans. 

The flames continued to consume Einarr's body as he gazed toward the approaching horse. His hand remained clenched in a fist.

Not far from the Duke, Sylvester saw through everything as he smelled the feelings that the Grand Duke was entertaining. But he didn't do anything as there was someone better equipped to do so. 

Standing, Sylvester shouted towards Sir Dolorem. "Were you successful, Sir Dolorem?" 

The aged knight lifted his hand and clenched his fingers, finally revealing his thumb as a sign of affirmation.