Ch. 459 Extracting more than just information

In the darkest hours of the night in a place that no light would shine upon even at noon, a scene out of the most horrid nightmares of all mages was playing out at a time that some refer to as the witching hour. A young man clad in a sold black hooded robe belonging to mages of the highest order was standing before a gargantuan pot that was being licked by flames that shot out of his mouth.