The cold seeping through the ground made Thorn shiver; his eyelids trembled slightly before he opened them.
His vision blurred for a moment, and he stared dazedly ahead until his eyes caught the cracked walls, while the muffled cries around him gradually became clearer.
The air was thick with sweat and dust, making him wrinkle his nose in disgust. His vision cleared instantly, and he tried to sit up, but he couldn't move—his limbs felt so weak and numb that he had no control.
He tried channeling his magic, but a sudden, sharp pain pierced him, causing him to immediately cease.
They must have used a bone-softening potion and a magic block on this building,'' Thorn murmured with a frown.
He let out a frustrated sigh and turned his focus to the men, women, and children in the room.
