It was a revelation no one expected.
A member of the Association of Schadenfreude—detained.
Not dead, not killed in self-defence, not blown apart in some desperate counterattack… but captured. Alive. Peacefully. Without a single casualty. Not even a scratch on the village that sent the report.
The village in question? Govean. A quiet southern settlement barely on the map. A place known more for its barley fields and timber trades than anything to do with militant affairs or magical threats. And yet, they were the ones claiming to have apprehended a member of the most dangerous extremist group the continent had seen in decades.
Naturally, disbelief followed.
