Godric POV
The subordinate stood at the center of the room, lowering his head in front of Godric.
"We lost contact with the hidden outpost near Sanctum of Master's Stronghold," the man said, his voice steady but subdued.
Godric didn't speak. He sat back in his chair, listening quietly. Behind the him stood Vespara with her arms folded, and a expression blank decorated her face.
The subordinate continued, "The bodies of our men were broken. They had crushed joints, clean cuts, nerve damage. They are alive, but none of them could talk properly, let alone move or walk. And they seem to have gained a deep mental trauma."
Godric's brows furrowed slightly. "So they were crippled."
"Yes, sir," the man replied. "Whoever did it was superior in skill and strength. They could've killed everyone easily. But they didn't. They made the torture slow, and painful, and let them live as if to warn us."
Silence returned for a moment.
