Within the royal palace of Vizima, Triss was stunned as she let go of her hand enveloped in magic power.
Keira curled up in a chair behind her, lacking the lazy indifference she had when she first met Lann.
Instead, she was biting her nails, looking anxious.
The name Prinslav Steza truly frightened her.
Logically speaking, the power that he demonstrated in their initial investigation was rare across all of Temeria.
Yet the reason the two female warlocks never considered him was... if it truly was him, it would be a monumental affair.
The worst outcome always makes people subconsciously avoid it.
Therefore, when the worst outcome arrives, it always catches people off guard.
"How did he respond?" Keira asked anxiously. "When is he leaving?"
Triss stood in the magic circle, dumbfounded and stunned.
"He said he... won't leave."
"Not leaving?!" Keira shot up from her chair.
"Why? Money? Fame? What does a Demon Hunter want with those things!? Doesn't he want to live!"
