The four men bound by Flora's enchanted vines stood defiantly in front of Canna. Their faces were hardened, sneering at him with the confidence of men who had nothing left to lose. Canna could feel his patience wearing thin as the minutes passed, his questions met with nothing but silence or mocking jabs.
"You really think we're just going to spill everything because you asked nicely?" one of the men spat, his face twisted in a smug grin.
Canna narrowed his eyes. "I've seen more dangerous things than you," he replied, his voice calm yet simmering with a dangerous undertone.
The men exchanged glances, clearly unfazed. "You've got nothing on us. We won't break," another man growled.
