A"From what I understood, the witch brews potions using mana-reinforced organs. That's all I know, but I guess it's enough to clarify the fate that awaits them."
As Hu's words echoed, Adam's glare intensified. His voice grew deep, judgmental, and reverberated against the tunnel's walls, although he only whispered them. "And knowing this, you eat, drink, smoke, and skip to brothels. You whistle in dark glee when you shake the coins earned from selling clueless children. You chirp in a honeyed voice that you're just a replaceable tool—one among many."
Mana erupted into two swirling streams from his eyes. Hu and the captain of the guards instantly dropped to their knees, clawing at their necks for air while gasping. Their faces instantly turned red, then purple. Saliva drooled from their lips, and their eyes darted to Adam in a silent, horrified plea.
To which he answered with a snort.
