Chapter 259 - 258. Crimson Reckoning (2)
Lyall dragged the man forward, his footsteps heavy against the blood-slick stage. The metallic scent thickened the air, making it hard to breathe as I stood amidst the carnage.
"This is the one, Master," Lyall growled, shoving the man to his knees. His body hit the ground with a thud, trembling as he dared to lift his head toward me.
"Wh-What do you want? Please... Please, don’t kill me!" His voice cracked, eyes darting to the lifeless forms strewn around us.
I gazed down at him, my expression carved from ice. Slowly, I let my Dragon’s Presence seep into the space between us, suffocating and absolute. His knees buckled, and he slumped forward, gasping for breath.
"I don’t want to hear your pathetic begging. Tell me what I want to know," I ordered, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
He nodded frantically, sweat dripping from his brow. "Y-Yes! I—I’ll tell you everything!"
"Did you sell a creature that resembles a Dragon?" My words hung in the air, each syllable laced with quiet menace.
"H-How could that be? How could I sell a Dragon... I-It’s impossible, Dragons are—" His voice faltered, the false innocence grating on my nerves.
He was lying.
I stepped forward, placing my boot over his trembling fingers. With a deliberate press, I crushed them, the sharp crack of bone splintering echoing in the silence. His agonized scream reverberated through the air, but I remained impassive, watching his pain with cold detachment.
"If you lie again, I’ll break every bone in your body," I said, my voice low and menacing. His tear-streaked face tilted up to meet my gaze, eyes wide with terror and agony.