Chapter 559: A Traitor’s Retribution
Third Person’s POV
Her expression slowly shifted into one of restrained resignation, though her eyes still burned with suppressed fury as she stared at him.
"Alright... we move now," Erius said casually, as if everything had already been decided long before this moment.
With that, he lowered his hood once more, concealing his face, and turned away as he glided down the mountain slope with smooth and effortless movements.
Though his body faced forward, there was an unmistakable sense that his attention lingered on Arlene, as if he was savoring her helplessness and the control he held over the situation.
Ivan Froststar followed silently behind him, the chained coffin dragging along the ice with a dull scraping sound that echoed faintly through the still air.
The green-robed woman lingered for a brief moment longer, her green eyes curving slightly as she gave Arlene a subtle, mocking wink before turning away as well while carrying the bound and helpless Claire with her as she departed.
But just as they began to leave, a hesitant and desperate voice rang out from behind and broke the tense silence.
"What about me, young master?!"
Old man Caspian could no longer remain silent after being ignored for so long since the hostile group had arrived.
At his cry, the three figures ahead paused and slowly turned back.
Erius shifted his gaze from Arlene to the old man.