"How did you do it?"
Neremoth questioned but...
"…"
The child did not say anything. Even now, he kept staring back at Neremoth with the same expressionless look on his face, almost as if instead of his movements, Neremoth froze him in one place instead.
Of course, Neremoth expected it.
The child had continued fighting all this while. It made no sense he would simply answer his question just because he asked.
Actually, Neremoth wanted this to happen.
After all, now he officially had a new goal in their little game.
He would make him speak.
He would break his will, he would break his bravery, he would break his very existence, and in the end, when he was merely a shell of his previous self,
He would make the child talk and answer all the questions on his own.
