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“He’s rotting in a dungeon,” Maren growled. “The same as you will.”
The sorcerer laughed. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the one with the power here. I could have you both tortured to death with a single word.”
Maren glared at the man, but she didn’t say anything else.
“Yet, I will show you both mercy. Once I’ve razed those pathetic towns, you’ll be free to go.”
“If you hurt those people, I’ll make sure you face justice,” Maren said.
“You’re funny, girl. You can barely get your spells to work. How do you expect to overpower me?”
“My spells work just fine,” Maren replied.
“Oh? Then show me. Cast one right now.”
I glanced at Maren from my periphery. She stared stone-faced at the sorcerer, but she didn’t make any attempt to use her magic.
“There’s a reason I didn’t gag you,” he
