It was almost hilarious watching Lucien Seibert struggle against the magic of the blue kyanite. He bit his lip so hard that blood was starting to form, and sweat began to form on his temples.
Atticus merely watched on, making a great show of casually rocking his chair, as though he was a bored schoolboy stuck in lessons instead of a king conducting an interrogation. He smiled as Lucien Seibert began to convulse, bowling over in pain as the blue kyanite in his body protested his silence.
Anytime now. No one could stand up against the power of the blue kyanite stones unless they had lost the ability to feel any pain in their body. Judging by the way Lucien's face had turned ashen, he was not one of the lucky few.
