The magic gathered in her hand, condensing into a dense sphere of power, yet Abellona could not bring herself to unleash it. She didn't understand why.
She had been raised in the Imperial family. From childhood, she had been taught to be decisive, to understand that there were moments when hesitation could cost thousands of lives. She understood exactly what could happen if what Linga knew ever became public.
Even so, he did not budge.
He simply stood there and accepted his fate.
What could he possibly do against her? To someone in the sixth class of advancement, Linga was no different from an ant beneath her feet. They stood on completely different planes of existence. If he tried to run, she could move faster than the speed of sound, and the force generated by her movement alone would be enough to tear his body apart.
"Are you staying because of your family, or because you've accepted death?" she asked, her hand still raised.
Linga was silent for a moment before answering.
