Interrogation Room,
Inside the second cell, the air was thick with the stench of fear and blood.
Corvin stood calmly before the restrained man, his pale skin almost glowing under the dim crystal light.
He raised his hand.
"Let's try this again," Corvin said, voice steady. "Tell me who you serve."
The man's lips quivered. "I... I can't... please...!"
Corvin's expression didn't change. The air shimmered faintly as multiple spell circles began spinning in front of him — crimson, violet, and black intertwining.
"Fourth Circle Magic — Agony Vein Bind."
The man's veins bulged, glowing faintly purple before his screams filled the room.
But before Corvin could press further, black blood began oozing from the man's eyes and nose.
Zane's eyes narrowed slightly.
The same scene repeated again.
The man's body convulsed. His eyes rolled white. And with a final twisted whisper —
"Glory to the Vessel…"
— his head exploded into a burst of thick black blood.
