Garion stood in front of the three tied-up assassins and crossed his arms.
Atlas floated beside his shoulder with a smug grin, still invisible to everyone except Garion.
Garion looked down at the assassins. "Alright. Wake up."
Atlas snapped his fingers.
SNAP!
A small burst of cold energy splashed across the three assassins' faces.
The three of them jolted awake at the same time.
"Ugh!"
"What the hell?!"
"Where am I?!"
The leader quickly realized they were still tied together with heavy training chains. His face immediately darkened.
Garion looked at them calmly. "Good. You're awake."
The first assassin raised his head and stared at Garion.
The moment he looked at him, his eyes widened as he recognized Garion as their target.
Garion narrowed his eyes. "Who are you people?"
Instead of answering, the assassin suddenly became angry. "You!"
Garion blinked. "Me?"
The assassin gritted his teeth. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Garion's face went blank. "Huh?"
