As he said this, something in him changed. His eyes glimmered, green and red intertwining like tree roots. The air thickened as Ikem's divinity seeped through the Apeling's body, sharpening his senses a hundredfold.
Every heartbeat, every twitch and every micro-expression.
The officials felt the pressure of that gaze, a godling's perception intensified to the level of an inescapable truth-scan. They tried to keep still, masks neutral, spines straight. But the Apeling wasn't looking for confessions.
He was watching the involuntary reactions amd whisper of the microcosm of the body of each official.
A bead of sweat.
A tightening of the jaw.
A pulse quickening under the skin.
Anything.
After a brief but unnerving moment, the glow in his eyes faded. The Apeling blinked, looking almost disappointed.
"Hmph." He crossed his arms. "Their bodily reactions show they know nothing of this." He deliberately didn't hide his voice.
A strange silence followed.
