Northern did not know whether to be pleased with the strange turn of events.
'Who would've thought that the sixth prince would happen to fall into my hands in such a manner?'
He had gone through all that trouble with Pyrrhus.
'The poor guy's probably making his way to the Empire right now…'
Northern shook his head, feeling a bit of sympathy for the young man. Despite the many despicable things he did, he still felt slight compassion for him. Northern considered this to maybe be his flaw.
After all, he considered himself a much more crude and terrifying person, and Pyrrhus was a poor fellow who was so unlucky he had to fall prey to Northern's own plans, making things way easier for him.
'Enough of these thoughts.'
Northern stared down thoughtfully. At the center of the main chamber, rising from the tiled floor, was a circular platform surrounded by six curved arms that connected to the six walls.
