He stepped forward, his boots echoing faintly against the stone floor.
"Nexar, give me the slave collar," he said, extending his hand to the side as if reaching for something that wasn't there.
I frowned, confused. What was he doing? There was nothing in that direction... just air.
Was he joking? Those absurd options he threw at me earlier already sounded insane. There's no way he's actually going to follow through with them.
Yet his expression remained calm... too calm.
That casual, almost indifferent look sent a cold shiver through me. There was something eerie hiding behind that faint smile.
Then, before I could even move or speak, a faint shimmer appeared above his open palm.
Tiny sparks of light twisted together, forming thin threads of red and black energy. They wove into something solid... a chain?
