Blood

"Yes… Yes, sir! It was the warden’s orders!" the prison guard said with a shiver after being pounded by one of the soldiers.

He did not forget to push the responsibility on someone else. Who was better to put the blame on than a dead person after all?

Gradon did not care about the prison guard’s words though. His attention was focused on something else.

"How badly are they wounded?" he asked.

"Hanses was almost passed out. Without medical care, he would not last through the night-"

"I know that! What about his two accomplices?" Gradon interrupted the prison guard, as if he did not want him to say anything else.

"One of them was whipped twenty times! The bigger one got fifty lashes!" the prison guard said honestly.

Having gotten what he wanted, Gradon waved the prison guard off.

The prison guard ran off like he had just been given amnesty.

As soon as he set foot outside the prison gate though, a cold light flashed through him.