"You thought wrong." Nalrond cut him short. "I've almost lost the woman I love because of you. The least you can do is shut up and answer my questions."
Salman opened his mouth but immediately closed it without saying anything. Then, he lowered his gaze and waited.
"How did you survive Dawn's attack?" Nalrond asked.
"Please, don't make me relive that nightmare." Salman went pale at the memory, his body became covered in sweat.
"How did you survive?" A violet aura burst out of Nalrond's body, replacing Salman's fear of the past with a more immediate concern.
"Your fiancée, Ishil, took charge of us weaklings and had us helping those too young or old to fight to evacuate the village." Salman's voice became hoarse and his eyes watery as if he was back in the Rezar's village on the day Dawn escaped.
The smoke and blinding light conjured by his memory were no less real than Faluel's lair to him, assaulting his senses through his trauma.
