The tension in the hideout was palpable as Seraphina and I prepared to interrogate the captured Brotherhood members. Their eyes darted around the room, filled with fear and desperation. Seraphina's expression was steely, her gaze unwavering as she stepped closer to the nearest captive.
"Who are you working for?" she demanded, her voice cold and commanding.
The man trembled, but remained silent, his jaw set defiantly. Seraphina's patience was thin, and I could see the determination in her eyes. She wasn't going to let them get away without answers.
"I won't ask again," Seraphina warned, unsheathing her dagger. The dim light glinted off the blade, casting a menacing shadow. "Who are you working for?"
The man swallowed hard, his resolve wavering. His eyes flickered to his companions, seeking some form of silent encouragement. But Seraphina's presence was overpowering, her aura radiating authority and danger.
