They were only one step away from entering the White Tower, and Renato would not hesitate like a child Rafada's age when it came to escaping this place through teleportation.
Since this so-called Chief Mage had threatened to attack the three of them with spells, the Silent Lady in his hand would cut him down without mercy, clearing every obstacle from their path.
Yet Rafada had not panicked as Renato had imagined he would after seeing his superior's head crushed right in front of him. The boy quickly accepted the fact and paid no mind to the corpse tossed outside the door.
Perhaps children who became mages at such an early age were all more mature? Renato could not be sure, but Perly had also needed only half a night to recover emotionally after her first kill.
Besides, during his late-night conversation with the young mage, Renato had sensed that Perly's unease mainly stemmed from the lingering fear of nearly being beheaded by an enemy and uncertainty about the road ahead, rather than any trauma from the act of killing itself...
That made sense, though. Death was the norm in Ereel, after all, and the Gods could meddle with souls. With religious beliefs of every kind flourishing everywhere, it was only natural that their views on life and death differed from those on Earth.
His brief reflection over, Renato flicked the remaining blood off his blade and swept his gaze across the bedchamber.
The room was more spacious than Renato had imagined, with an arched ceiling supported by four slender white stone pillars.
Several Magic Lamps were set into the walls, their pale yellow light spreading evenly through crystal shades. They took the place of ordinary oil lamps or candles, providing soft, steady illumination.
Several woven tapestries hung on the