"How could they escape, Carl?"
It was a rare occasion of Jonathan losing control. He seethed. The old Transformation Stage Guardian cowered under his furious gaze. The other three trembled, trying their best to hide from Jonathan's sight – an impossible task considering their enormous sizes.
"I don't know, Sir," Carl stammered. "We have been stationed here the entire time and didn't budge from our place. We even took care of bodily needs right there in the corner."
'That explains the rancid smell,' Hex lampooned. He sneaked behind the Guardians and inspected the rooms. Jonathan was too busy berating his team to take note of him.
The first room was empty without any signs of someone breaking out of it. It was the room in which the Witchkin's leader, the one who seemed to think she was at the same level as Elize, had been imprisoned.
A soft glow of silvery light flashed on the back of Hex's hand.
