Erik made his way to the makeshift interrogation area, a hastily cleared section of a building inside the Law Gate's eastern area. It wasn't much, but it still was something more than nothing.
Hundreds of Chimaeric Demons stood guard over twenty prisoners, all of them with high enough rank, judging by their uniforms. The captives sat bound in a line against the wall, their faces showing mostly fear, but some defiance.
When Erik first entered the scene, no one was scared of him. Every single time he captured a blackguard for interrogation, they never showed a hint of fear. They showed only insolence, arrogance, and pride.
Yet with all Erik did in the past year, now his name, his face, turned into the very source of fear that the blackguards lacked for years.