"Elis..." Leon spoke with a neutral expression.
*Swish.*
"Master." Elis materialized from the shadow beneath his feet, already kneeling.
"Create me something comfortable to sit on, darling." Leon ordered.
"Yes, Master."
She raised one hand and the throne from the 20th floor disappeared and settled behind him with a heavy, deliberate... *THUD*.
"Good." Leon lowered himself into it slowly, like a man with nowhere to be. He reached into his inventory and pulled Nyxter free, resting the weapon across his knees.
Alren looked at the blade. Then at Leon's face. Then he smiled the practiced smile of a man who had seen interrogations before and survived them.
"What's the plan ? A few cuts ? Or are you skipping straight to killing me ? You stupid kids... Can't you understand ? I am not going to tell you anything."
"I'm going to try something new with you today and I guarantee you that, you will live to regret over those words." Leon's expression didn't change. He activated the skill.
