After ruling out every impossible, absurd theory...
Within Kairils's chain of reasoning, only two possibilities remained.
The first possibility Kairils suspected was that Fog Town had fallen completely and joined the Abyss Faction!
Then, working with the army of Cultists, they had laid a trap and ambushed the unsuspecting squad from Winterhold!
The second possibility was that everything these refugees had said was true!
Faced with an invasion from the Abyss, that squad of knights had finally cast aside their aristocratic arrogance, honored their knightly faith and oaths, and died fighting in Fog Town!
The four refugees showed no trace of Abyssal corruption, and their eyes were filled with fear and bone-deep hatred of the Abyss.
Given that, Kairils was already leaning toward the second possibility.
In his eyes, the glory of the gods was all-powerful.
Perhaps, in their final moments between life and death, the Supreme God's mighty power really had moved those arrogant knights, allowing them to redeem themselves as knights in the face of certain death.
Still, caution was an essential quality in an excellent commander.
With an entire squad of knights dead and the Cultists in the Black Forest on the move, he could not reach a conclusion based on a few statements without concrete evidence.
He needed to see it for himself.
The air in the courtyard seemed to freeze.
The two newbies, [Don't Dream of the Day] and [Mosquitoes Faint at the Sight of Blood], were too frightened even to breathe loudly.
Ma Lou and Jiahao quietly tensed up as well.
Why hadn't this white-haired NPC said anything yet?
Had he spotted a hole in their story?
Just as Ma Lou gritted his teeth, his mind racing as he prepared to add a few more tragic details...
Kairils, who had remained silent all