Hmm… let's stop testing their limits for now. Otherwise, I might get sealed, beaten up, and burned alive by that b*tch's holy fire.
I sit up and arrange myself to be more comfortable. I sense my power, but I can't use any of it. Other than one drastic measure I've left as a last resort, none of my power will work here. No, I can't even reach it.
"But seriously, Mr. God's Chosen, what do I get if I tell you?" I asked in a less annoying tone.
"God's Chosen? What the hell are you talking about? Are you high or something?" The man tilted his head, seeming confused.
"Ohhh ho hoooo, playing dumb, aren't we? Fine, have it your way. So what do I get if I tell you?" I repeated. The man looked at Michaela, who shrugged and shook her head, clearly not wanting him to admit that he's God's Chosen.
The man also shrugged, then searched for something in his inner pocket. He pulled out a chromatic stone. Hmph! Do I look like I care about riches? But wait…
