Chapter 11 – Fiora
Chapter 11 – Fiora
"Huh...?" Zane coughed as he clutched his side, pain flaring through his ribs. The sudden blast had left his body aching and his mind reeling. He hadn't expected the situation to spiral like this, and now he was completely at a loss. 'Was she trying to invade my mind? That definitely felt like it!'
A flood of questions rushed through his head, unanswered and unrelenting. All he could do now was stare at the woman, who hadn't taken her eyes off him.
"Who are you?" she asked again, her voice lower but no less demanding. "Where did you come from?"
"What...? What are you talking about?" Zane groaned as he struggled to his feet. Every inch of movement sent new waves of discomfort through his already battered frame.
"State your name," she said flatly, her expression unreadable.
Zane glared up at her, jaw clenched. "Why should I? My name should be in the documents you were given."
"I don't have time to read through every random name tossed in front of me," she replied curtly. "Yours, however... I'm very curious about."
"Oh? And will you tell me why you just tried to fry my brain if I reply?" he snapped back, his crimson eyes locking onto hers, unflinching.
The woman's eyes narrowed slightly. 'This kid... He's not scared. Even after what I did, he doesn't waver.'
There wasn't even a flicker of hesitation in his gaze—no fear, no nervous glances, not even an ounce of submission. For the first time in a long while, she found herself at a loss. She had applied real pressure, and yet... this boy didn't so much as flinch.