The Men Of The Veil

The journey continued evermore. There was no sign of stopping at their next destination, whether that be for their base or that would be for a civilian settlement.

Veresha crossed her arms… or well, she tried to, but she was still confined by her chains and unable to move around as much as she wanted.

She furrowed her eyebrows. There was nothing at all that seemed to even so much as to make any of them flinch. They were so sure of everything as if they had everything under control.

"If you behave well enough. I'll consider taking off your chains." David's voice was light and fair. It was as if he were talking to a friend rather than a prisoner of war.

"Hah, as if. I know your type, Yuseff. You're a megalomaniac. A control freak who only wants those under him to bow down." Her voice was full of disdain as she gritted her teeth while speaking.

"No. That's not it." David shook his head and waved his hand.