Chương 217: Why should so many suffer and die for their interests?

Memories tugged at Rast's heart as he navigated the treacherous terrain, each step a blend of anticipation and fear. The path was rugged and steep, but he pressed on, driven by determination.

At the cliff's edge, Rast peered down and saw Orgath's massive head jutting out from a ledge, the ground below obscured by swirling white clouds.

Ragnar's warning echoed in his mind: "Arnulp is dangerous. Don't confront him alone, Rast. Wait for me."

But Rast couldn't wait. He needed to discover the truth himself, to confront Arnulp and hear his side of the story.

"If the executioner's troops find Arnulp first," Rast thought, "they'll kill him on the spot."

The urgency weighed heavily on him as he entered the cave, the darkness closing in around him.

His footsteps echoed against the stone walls. He gripped his sword tightly, ready for whatever awaited him in the shadows.

A sense of injustice burned in Rast's chest.

He needed closure.