Chapter Twenty-one

Avalon held up his hand, a gesture that halted the man's proposal. "No need for haste. He is not one to remain stationary. By now, he has likely moved to a different location." A thoughtful expression crossed his face. "His ability to shatter a weapon crafted by a divine entity is a feat I've never encountered. We shall wait for him to reveal himself, and then we shall strike with precision."

"Should we involve the Four Alkaldrias in the search?" the man asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Avalon shook his head decisively. "The history of animosity between Heroes and Prehendrins is well-documented. We shall not inform them of the missing weapon, but we can share Zeomora's image. It may expedite the process."

"My Lord," a soldier announced, bowing low, "the smugglers captured by the Prehendrins have arrived."

The king's eyes lit up with anticipation. "Excellent!" he exclaimed. "Prepare them for immediate questioning."

The soldier hesitated for a moment before replying, "I'm afra