Karachi was skeptical at first, but the details Raylo provided...
The Withered Hand, Sars, and two Domain Level Magical Beasts.
These weren't things someone could just make up.
A bone-chilling cold rose from the soles of his feet, spreading rapidly through his entire body.
He collapsed to the ground, the color draining from his face. His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Raylo watched him calmly, letting him process the shocking news.
After a long while, Raylo spoke again, his voice like the whisper of a devil.
"Think about it, Karachi. Once your father is confirmed dead, or if he's in a long-term coma and unable to rule, what will your brothers do? They'll tear each other apart for the throne. And you? A Crown Prince captured by an enemy nation—what value will you have then?"
Raylo paused, giving him time to think before delivering his conclusion.
