The Coming Storm

He even had the expression of a dead man unafraid of torture, which only made Duviel angrier.

Losing patience, he ordered his men to prepare for an interrogation using force, but Amalia stopped him before they could proceed.

"Forget it. No need to waste time. I have a way to get the answers," Amalia said as she uncrossed her legs and stood up, towering over the alien. "I was hoping you'd talk voluntarily, but since you don't like the gentle approach… I'll just search your soul by myself."

Nemel hadn't even processed what "soul search" meant before, in the next instant, his head felt as if countless needles were stabbing into it.

The pain was so intense that he writhed on the ground, screaming in agony.

Within moments, his entire body was drenched in sweat, convulsing uncontrollably, his face twisted in unbearable torment.

His screams echoed through the hall until, eventually, he lacked the strength to even cry out.