As that possibility formed, the way Addison looked at him changed. Her gaze sharpened as she began carefully scrutinizing the man in front of her.
What made him different from the others?
Aside from his explosive strength... could he truly help them hold the line? Or would he simply take advantage of the chaos and escape the moment he was released?
"Can you help fight on the front line?" Addison asked.
Her voice was steady, but inside, she knew she didn’t have many options left. She needed someone powerful enough to hold the line while she searched for whatever was attracting the monsters to the camp.
The man slowly lifted his head.
"Why should I?" he replied with a taunting smirk.
But the moment his eyes met Addison’s face, something in his expression changed.
A memory surfaced in his mind, the underground dungeon, the moment he had seen her there, and that growing shadow surrounding her, he felt like the woman standing before him had felt less like a person... and more like a nightmare staring back at him.
Even now, the thought made his skin crawl.
For a second, he wondered if he had imagined it back then.
But that image had burned itself into his memory like a shadow he couldn’t shake.
The smirk on his lips faltered.
His confidence cracked.
"W-Why should I?!" he repeated, but this time his voice sounded far less bold, almost defensive, as if he were suddenly unsure of himself.
Addison pursed her lips for a moment, thinking.
Then a thought crossed her mind.
"How about this," she said calmly. "Help us hold the line this time, and I’ll deal with the charges against you."
Her gaze sharpened slightly. "Or do you actually enjoy staying here as someone else’s prisoner... hmm?"
Her tone was serious, not teasing.
When the man looked up at her again, he searched her face carefully. But he couldn’t find even the slightest hint that she was lying.
If anything, she looked like someone who fully intended to keep her word.
"W-Why should I believe you?" he asked, his brows knitting together.
"Because you don’t really have any other choice," Addison replied, tilting her head slightly.
The gesture made her words sound almost matter-of-fact.
After all, the situation was simple.
If he refused to help and the camp’s defenses were breached, then not only would her people die, but he would die with them, locked inside this temporary prison.
So why not fight?
If he helped them repel the monsters on the front line, Addison would give him a chance to walk away from the Golden Hue Pack’s imprisonment in return for his contribution.
To her, it was nothing more than a straightforward exchange.
A fair give and take.
"Can you really help me get out of this imprisonment?" the Warbear asked.
There was suspicion in his voice.
He wasn’t really innocent.
When the Golden Hue Pack had first encountered him, both sides had attacked each other without hesitation. In the chaos that followed, he had killed several of their warriors before they finally managed to capture and imprison him.
Yes.

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