Taylor gritted his teeth, his voice tight with frustration. "You said he was the best."
The man kneeling before him bowed even lower. "He was, my Lord. But Lady Rinne is surrounded by beings who can trace mana and have the sharpest senses in existence. Only elves could have tracked him… and they did."
*Crack*
The word floor splintered beneath Taylor's feet.
With his fists clenched, he loomed over the spy. "So what do you suggest now? Should I just abandon the plan?!" His voice was low, dangerous. "Hades might be a knuckle-headed fool, but he's not blind. He knows exactly who's after him."
If the King truly wanted Hades captured, he would have sent an entire battalion into Elven territory. That left only two suspects—Taylor himself, or the headmaster. They were the only ones who knew where Hades was going.
A tense silence hung in the air before the spy finally spoke. "My lord… Hades has entered the ancient temple of Samaran. There's no chance he'll return alive."
