The five students and the fifty-seven concealed men were tied up like pigs, waiting to be butchered. Their entire bodies were full of bruises and injuries.
This was humiliating—being beaten like this, like mortals. The five students were angry; when had they ever been treated like this?
They looked at the army beside him helplessly; the enemies were just too strong. Draco sat on the throne, watching this scene, with Anna in his hands.
"Now tell me where your headquarters is," Draco ordered.
"Hmph," they all maintained their resolve, snorting, refusing to open their mouths.
Draco smiled at this. "If you tell me, you get to live," he enticed them.
"Aren't you the one who said you would kill us to keep this from spreading outside?" Sam snorted.
"Yes, just kill us. The Sovereign will avenge us. Also, don't forget you have what the Sovereign wants, so he will catch and kill you," said one from the Phoenix Academy.
