Absorbed inside the darkness of the warlord's realm, she had punched Mercy to her very satisfaction. Mercy's face wasn't in the best shape after bleeding all over his head, broken nose and lost teeth. However, the other party was well satisfied.
Dia stood in front of him, blood flowing down her wrists. She scanned around her realm, the table to truth and the chairs standing behind her. She shakes her hands to throw off the blood and takes her seat.
"I don't have much time, there are other things I have to take care of. I suggest you heal your face and we can start the questioning. Hurry up. Come on!" She took a deep annoyed stare at Mercy.
With both her legs on the table, Dia tied her hair into a ponytail, waiting for Mercy to recover his wounds. She clapped twice as Mercy rose, his face now restored to perfection.
