"Do you know who Adohorn is?" asked Kaizen in a harsh voice as she stepped on his head.
Even though he felt this crushing pressure on his head and neck, the mercenary mage laughed briefly. "I would never tell you about this, even if you killed me."
Kaizen grinned maliciously, then stuck the Næġling Falske into the ground right next to the mercenary's head, sending a shiver down his spine. "I will not kill you as you imagine. Do you know the blade of that sword you are staring at? It has the power to make a user bleed endlessly, no matter if you try to heal yourself with bandages or magic, nothing will stop the bleeding, and if I make even a measly cut on your neck, you will start bleeding and it won't stop. That cut will torture you for hours or days." He was bluffing, the Næġling Falske could cause bleeding, but there were also ways to heal it.
