Interrogation Room,
Inside the fifth cell, the air trembled with screams. The leader's throat was raw, his voice breaking as waves of agony coursed through him. Outside the transparent barrier, every professor wore a grim expression.
Zane stood quietly beside Corvin, arms crossed, his expression calm — but deep inside, a flicker of amusement shimmered behind those violet eyes.
Corvin's tone cracked through the room.
"Tell me!!!"
The leader gasped, shaking, his body restrained by magic cuffs and curse runes crawling across his skin.
"O-our organization… it has many levels! I'm just the lowest! Please… I don't know more!"
Corvin's eyes narrowed. His hand lifted.
The six purple circles behind him spun faster, and the phantasmal needles embedded in the man's spine twisted deeper.
The leader screamed again — a sound that rattled even the professors watching.
"Speak!!!" Corvin roared, his voice booming through the reinforced chamber.
