The armor on Rotton's chest had been completely pierced by a sharp weapon. Blood still oozed from the wound, which was deep enough to expose bone.
His left arm was twisted at an unnatural angle. His face was covered in cuts, deep and shallow alike. His breathing was so faint it was barely perceptible.
The worst was the gash on his abdomen; the faint outline of his organs was visible. He was clearly on death's door.
Murphy's heart sank.
'First Bishop Alberto, then that mysterious Warlock, and now even the Roton Knight's life is hanging by a thread?'
These incidents, one after another, set off alarm bells in his mind.
'Could it be Baron's Castle... No! Did something major happen at Gray Rock Outpost?'
The news of the Lady Baron's dispute with the Roton Knight flashed through Murphy's mind, followed by the thought of other nobles who might be meddling in the affairs of the Baron's Domain.
