The woman's smile never left her face under her mask, clear from her eyes.
Even after Ethan had openly stated that he intended to get answers from her through force, she didn't appear particularly concerned. There was no fear in her posture, no hesitation in the way she stood before him, and certainly no indication that his threat had made her reconsider her position.
If anything, she looked amused.
Her slitted eyes remained fixed on him as she slowly tilted her head, studying the flames dancing across his eyes and the faint sparks of mana crawling over his transformed body.
"So..."
Her voice was quiet, almost silky as it slipped through the warehouse. She had a little accent, one he didn't recognise, but her speech was eloquent, and she was clearly well educated.
"You intend to make me talk?"
Ethan smiled.
"That's usually how these things work. But you can always save me the effort and just tell me what I want to know."
The woman's eyes narrowed slightly.
