Dean Bruce flew Noib Rat to a remote location, where magical energy surged to form a barrier.
Many had entered the Sandtrap Secret Realm, each facing different puppets or mechanisms, and being teleported to various positions on the third level. He didn't want to be interrupted while questioning Noib Rat by someone else.
After preparing, Dean Bruce waved his right hand lightly, unleashing a torrent of icy water that crashed down on Noib Rat's head, startling him awake and causing him to tremble all over.
It felt as if he had plunged into an ice cave, the cold constantly stimulating him, making his mind snap to attention, his eyes filled with terror.
He knew all too well what kind of torment awaited him if he fell into the enemy's hands!
Dean Bruce didn't act immediately but spoke calmly, "Who assigned you the task to assassinate me? Do you know my identity?"
"…" Noib Rat's mouth twitched in shock, stammering, "You're not going to torture me?"
