The light hit Braden and knocked him to unconsciousness. The mishap took Maester with a surprise. He didn’t even realize when he had stopped to perform elevation sorcery on Saer. “Braden!” she screamed and ran past grounded Saer to check on Braden. Rudolph was also worried about Braden as well. He had gone pale while he checked pulses of Braden. Saer could tell who the main priority was now. While they tried to bring respiration back in Braden, the mercenary found the escape route. The window. Rudolph gave a heavy thrust on Braden’s chest. Braden took a long breath, but still struggled to take enough air in his lungs. Rudolph looked back while at Saer while trying to revive the Bloudkast’s son. As he took a proper breath, Rudolph shifted his attention to limping Saer. “Lord Braden is fine now, princess.” He assured her. But he had a different choice of words for Saer, “Where are you going, scum?” “Rikilda, make this imposter unconscious. I will hand him over to King Lacriox.” “BUGGER HIM. BRADEN IS STILL OUT.” Rikilda had Braden’s head on her lap. “He is breathing and his pulses are fine. Don’t worry about him.” Rudolph yelled at her. Maester raised his arm, and the stuck iron club came out of its place. Rudolph released his first two fingers, then the club flung towards Saer. Saer caught it in air at his arm length. Then he held it back like a jablin. Master panted when he saw the club coming with its heavy end darted for his chest. Scared, the Maester couldn’t think of anything else than defense sorcery. As a result, his own magic pushed him back and his head hit on the wall, blacking things out for him. The iron club fell few feet ahead of him. Rikilda spun her head at Saer after seeing Maester in worse condition than Braden. Saer froze just by looking at intent in her eyes. Diminishing Strength had its exceptions. And the exception was ferocious at Saer. She propelled a wave from her hands, which Saer avoided by stepping aside. She screamed, clenching her fists tighter. Saer could feel blood running in his veins in the cold environment. An invisible wave collected around her fingers, killing every bit of heat inside the passage. “Rikilda.” Braden coughed. She gave him a short lived smile and continued preparing a vicious wave, ready for the man responsible for Braden’s injury. Saer leaped out of the window without caring what he would meet on ground. While he fell, he watched the wave shoot out of the window like an explosion from a cannon. Meters before touching surface he spun his body and rolled to lessen the impact. When he stood his ground, he fled.