Chapter 24: Weakness

Elric lightly stepped forward and spoke, "Duke, perhaps it's best we take our leave."

At that, the Duke turned around without saying a word, his silver hair catching the light, giving off a quiet but sharp presence.

Elric then gave one last glance at Rexton and offered a respectful bow. "We will be going now. Thank you for your time."

Clint finally let it out and tried to calm himself, his chest rising and falling as he turned his back to the group. He saw Elric already beginning to walk, and Clint quickly followed, trying to keep his pace steady.

But then, just as Clint took his second step, he felt something—like a sudden tug from behind, a strange pull that made his whole body freeze. His knees wobbled and his strength drained like water from a cracked pot. His arms trembled as his balance gave out.

"What…?" Clint muttered weakly as he looked behind him, only to find Rexton standing far too close, his hand gripping something