Chapter 11: The Watchers

A palpable silence enshrouded the Guild's interrogation room. It was a chamber of secrets, a place where truths were coaxed out from the shadows and lies shattered beneath the weight of relentless questioning. Arawn sat bound to a wooden chair, his body aching and his mind whirling in a tempest of fear and uncertainty. Across from him, Lyra Shadowblade stood with a chilling stillness, her crimson cloak draped around her like a mantle of authority. Her piercing gaze bore into Arawn, seeking cracks in his composure, searching for the truth that lay buried beneath his apprehension.

Lyra's voice, sharp as a honed blade, pierced the silence. "Let's start again, and this time, be honest. What do you know about the man with the dark aura?"