At first, Primrose didn't quite understand what made Edmund so confident. But when the soldiers dragged Thevan out of the building, she immediately understood.
The man who once looked so high and mighty now seemed nothing more than skin and bones.
Primrose didn't see any visible wounds on him, perhaps they had already healed thanks to his healing ability, but the empty look in his eyes was enough to show that he'd been through hell.
A heavy iron chain hung around his neck, with soldiers holding its end tightly so he couldn't move too far. His wrists and ankles were also shackled in thick metal cuffs. One wrong move, and he'd fall flat on the ground.
He had only been in the torture room for three days, but it was enough to strip the fire out of him. He looked like someone who had forgotten how to be alive.
"Sit him down," Edmund ordered firmly.
