Cecily froze in place as she heard the familiar voice. A clear and confident voice covered with a layer of darkness, spilling the cruelty behind it. The spells rained on the dark beings, looking like fireworks as they exploded.
"I hate lies, Cecily Rainmaker," a hand reached out and grabbed her neck, making her unable to move. "You will die if you don't answer me truthfully."
"I understand," she replied with almost eagerness. "I am not an enemy," she tried to make him understand.
"Everyone is an enemy," he cut her off, not willing to hear her peace-seeking words. "I want to know how you found me."
"The notebook," she replied right away. "I can tell where it is. However, I couldn't feel anything for the past few days. Then, a day or so ago, it reappeared before disappearing."
"There is no way I missed any mana or spiritual energy," announced the dark being his decree. "You are lying, and death is the punishment."
