章 255: The Fugitive's Plight (3)

Drystan stepped forward, each movement deliberate, his gaze locked on Carl with unrelenting hatred. "I knew you'd come here," he said coldly, his voice sharp as a blade. "The map Sadiki left pointed straight to this pit."

Carl's lips twitched, curling in frustration as his jaw tightened. Beside him, Amelia stiffened. Her heart pounded like a war drum, her wide eyes darting nervously between the two men. Sadiki again? The name rattled in her head, begging for answers she didn't have. But there was no time to piece the puzzle together. The air between the two men was heavy, charged with the promise of violence.

"Impressive," Carl said at last, his voice dripping with forced sarcasm as he forced his shoulders to relax. "I underestimated you, Drystan. I didn't think you had it in you to think this far ahead."