Mercy for the Wicked(2)
With his head pounding as if it had been bashed in by a hammer, Raul woke up to find himself tightly tied to a chair.
Wh-what the f*ck was going on?!
One moment, they had all been on the way to Kasar, and in the next, a sudden, bright light had made them all close their eyes before darkness covered their visions.
Now…he was bound and gagged, and he couldn't even move a muscle.
All around him, he could see his comrades who were still unconscious, but in the corner of his eye, he could see a Throne on which their target was sitting.
The King of Lanthanor was leisurely resting with his head propped on one hand on the arm of the Throne, while sipping a glass of chilled wine.
His pulse racing, Raul got a heavy feeling in his stomach as he started to realize what had happened.
They…had apparently underestimated this monster.