Chapter 85: Interrogation!
Bastion Sanctum!
The room was dark, cold, and warded on every surface. There was thick lines of anti-Abyssal runes carved onto every single wall in the room, all interlocked with ethereal threads of Spirit Power binding formations.
The walls also had layered enchantments designed to annihilate any foreign mana signature that did not belong.
Ila Venshar lay in the center of it all, her body floating just an inch above the ground, suspended by spectral shackles that glowed with runes Damon had personally etched, ones even she couldn’t unravel with her spatial affinity.
There was also truth formations laced into these shackles, stopping her from lying to them, a speciality of Bren as he was the chief interrogator. No matter what, they’d get answers today.
At this moment, Ila’s eyes twitched beneath closed lids as she slowly came to.
Then, they snapped open. Ila didn’t flinch or cry, she didn’t scream or whine, she just stared forward at the three figures standing in front of her, staring at her intently.
Captain Bren Ardan. His coat still torn from battle, arms folded, jaw clenched tight.
Syllana, her crimson robes shimmered with ethereal patterns of power. Silver hair bound in a tight braid. Eyes sharp as daggers.
And Damon, who was sitting and just watching patiently, as if daring Ila to try and do something.
The silence stretched like a blade before Syllana finally stepped forward. Her voice, calm and cool, echoed across the room.