Chapter 47: A Silver Mine

Daxton Mabbett's gaze sharpened. He sprang up and retreated more than ten feet in a single bound. An arrow skimmed past his leg and punched straight through a boulder behind him. "No wonder Lord Idris granted you Terrisome. Your instincts and reflexes are impressive. A rare talent, indeed!" A cold voice rang out. Six middle-aged men strode over from not far away. The one in front wore silver armor, his eyes hard as ice. Daxton recognized him at once. In the ambush not long ago, this man had been...