The girl in front of them slowly began to wake up on the hard stone ground. She moved with great clumsiness, raising a trembling hand to hold her head with a gesture of evident pain.
Right on her forehead was a clear, slightly swollen red mark, a direct reminder of the heavy blow Helen had dealt to knock her out.
Ryan observed the enemy prisoner in silence, without showing an ounce of empathy or urgency. He activated his skill immediately, coldly reading the small digital screen that appeared floating in his vision.
"A-rank, nothing outstanding." Ryan muttered, quickly dismissing the idea that this woman represented a real threat to the security of his territory.
"What will we do with her?" Mirian asked, taking a step forward to close the distance. The archer crossed her arms right beneath her chest, looking at the fallen woman with evident distrust and waiting for an order from her king.
