Horkell slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was a hideous-looking beast staring at him with unconcealed ferocity.
Recognizing the beast, he struggled to break free from its grasp, but he was unable to move its paw which was pressing down on him with heavy force.
It was then that he heard a series of footsteps nearby. He instinctively turned his head and saw a young warrior clad in gold and black battle armor. He exuded a unique charm that commanded awe and respect.
With his temperament alone, Horkell could tell that this young warrior held a significant background.
"Who are you?!" He asked whole feigning calmness. The other party had kept his life so he believed that he could make his way out through an exchange.
His mind spun as he thought of what information he should provide them with to have them guarantee his safety.
"Release him." Alaric calmly ordered.
