The train cut through the darkness, lights flashing past the tracks like ghostly gleams, the thunderous roar making the tunnel deafening for a long, long time.
Only after a long time did Miss Mind Witch finally take her hands away from her ears, then furrow her brows tightly.
She had already been staying in this gloomy place for most of the day—maybe even longer. Her patience was nearly worn out, yet Farael still hadn't snapped out of whatever state he was in.
Ever since Farael suddenly lost it and left last night, he had been hiding in this place for quite a while.
If she hadn't seen with her own eyes how Farael broke open the Island Prison, then single‑handedly hung and beat three Round Table Knights in an invincible manner, plus the terrifying power he'd shown in the first half at the Royal Hall—she would've found it hard to imagine that the man in front of her was the same legendary man she had released from prison.
