The silence after the blow was deafening.
The spy's body crumpled like a sheet of paper, his back slamming onto the stones. A small red gash, the point of impact, wept blood that spilled around him.
No one spoke for several seconds.
Charon turned to see everyone staring at him with wide eyes, apart from Emerius, who stepped beside the body to check for a pulse. He sighed with relief when he found one.
"You should be careful with head wounds. Too often, they can cause an unwanted fatality."
Charon shrugged.
"We needed him unconscious. Now he is unconscious. You guys can do whatever you need with him."
Liam broke the silence with a low whistle, his battle axe hanging dejectedly in his hands.
"Since when could you summon all those bones? I ain't seen that many skeletons since we scouted the crypts."
Charon flashed a mysterious grin.
"A magician never reveals his tricks, especially the good ones!"
Darius's brow furrowed, his gaze passing from the spy to Charon's smirking face.
