Lyan's voice was steady, yet it carried an unmistakable edge of menace as he addressed the two sisters, Ravia and Raine. The twin lights in their eyes gleamed with a mixture of anticipation and dark amusement, their expressions reflecting their excitement at the task ahead. This wasn't just about extracting information—it was about demonstrating the lengths they were willing to go to protect Grafen and their lord.
Shade, the leader of the assassins, clenched his fists, his defiance flickering like a dying ember. He had been trained to resist interrogation, to endure pain without breaking, but something about the atmosphere in the dungeon made his confidence waver. He could feel the oppressive weight of Lyan's presence, the cold, calculating intellect that seemed to see through his every facade.
