They entered a smaller, more secluded room. The clone pushed the blackguard into a chair, ensuring he was restrained before going behind the chair and keeping the man seated.
"What's your na?" Amber asked, her tone firm but not unkind.
The blackguard glared at her, defiance flickering in his eyes.
"Why should I tell you anything?"
"Because your cooperation might just save your life."
"Ah! Fucking rebel scum! I won't tell you anything!"
But the truth was, the man hesitated, his eyes darted to the clone by the door before returning to Amber.
Usually, he would have a mask hiding his face and protecting his inner thoughts shown by his eyes, and his facial twitches. But he forgot the mask was not with him.
Amber noticed his hesitation and capitalized on that.
She looked at the defiant blackguard, her expression calm. "You know, the best thing for you right now would be to cooperate."
She gestured towards the clone, standing silently by the door.
"My friends here have not a lot of ti to waste... So, it would be better to not make them mad because they lost ti. Besides, I'd hate to ask them to persuade you."
The blackguard's eyes widened as he glanced at the clone. The man knew the white-dressed dude was able to make him suffer with a simple flick of his wrist.
At this point, the blackguard wasn't fearing death, but rather torture. The man swallowed hard, his bravado fading.
"I... I know nothing."
Amber leaned forward, her gaze piercing. "Let be the judge of that."
"I swear! Since Caelora city, our procedure on intelligence has been extensively changed; we don't know a lot, I swear!"
"I find that hard to believe. You're a relatively high-ranking blackguard, which ans you must have access to valuable information. "
The man shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "I... I can't. They'll kill if I talk."
"And what do you think will happen if you don't?" Amber's voice hardened. "My friends here don't take kindly to disobedience."
The clone gripped the man's shoulder; his movents were slow, but the strength exerted made the blackguard wince in pain. The blackguard flinched, his eyes darting between Amber and the man behind him.
"Alright, alright!" he said. "I'll tell you what I know."
Amber nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "That's a wise decision. Now, tell everything about your bases here in New Alexandria."
***
Erik dodged a barrage of attacks. A chaotic battle raged around him, with the rebels struggling to gain the upper hand against the well-equipped blackguards and Volkov's soldiers.
But they were holding their own and killed a lot of enemy soldiers.
There were few casualties on the blackguards' side, but Volkov's n and the rebels died in droves.
As Erik parried a rebel's strike, he noticed a troubling developnt: so of the enemy fighters, the blackguards, possessed two brain crystal powers.
Erik heard that so people with multiple powers appeared on the battlefield in these past days, but he had never seen them firsthand; besides, the blackguards didn't talk to him about that.
Most of these guys were blackguards who were reaping lives as farrs reaped wheat, but there were also so people within Volkov's army who had the sa ability.
These were likely the most loyal of Volkov's officers. It couldn't be otherwise. Though Erik wondered why the blackguards gave people outside their organization such frightening abilities.
The situation had beco even more precarious for the rebels. He had to make more clones to at least equalize the situation, but he also had to provide them with equipnt.
Back at Liberty Watch, his people were working hard, making weapon after weapon, armor after armor, vehicles, and many more.
Liberty Watch was full of ores, and the area didn't lack trees and fangeds to exploit.
Erik dove behind a wrecked vehicle, taking a mont to catch his breath.
He could hear the thunderous exchange of fire and the cries of the wounded.
The man erged from his cover and rejoined the fray, avoiding killing whenever possible and never drawing too much attention to himself.
It was at that mont that a trendous explosion rattled the area.
Erik didn't know exactly what was happening as he was on another side of the battle, but whatever happened, the rebels must have received orders to retreat because they hurried back.
The blow to the rebel forces must have been significant, and Van Dyke decided to recall his troops. It could also be that Amber and the Chimaeric Demons completed their attack on the enlistnt center.
If that was true, it ant there was no reason for the rebels to stay here any longer.
The rebels acted wisely. They decided to blow up the vehicles that, in theory, should have held the weapons the blackguards were moving to another site.
They knew the vehicles were empty, but they wanted to make the blackguards believe they didn't know it and that if they couldn't have those weapons, then no one could.
Erik crouched behind a damaged car, shielding himself from the blasts. The deafening sound and shockwave made his ears ring.
Debris rained down around him as the rebels pulled back, their retreat seeming frantic and disorganized.
While peering out from under his cover, Erik saw the blackguards scrambling to regroup and pursue the fleeing rebels.
Van Dyke's people had escaped the kill zone, leaving only the destroyed vehicles behind.
Erik's brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of the situation.
Erik erged from his hiding spot and rejoined his blackguard squad. Shatterfist approached
him.
"We got orders to chase the rebels."
Erik didn't like that at all. The man knew Van Dyke, he felt the man expected this and likely
made a trap to kill those who were going to chase the rebels.
Regardless, he nodded, keeping his expression neutral.
"What happened over there? What was that massive explosion?"
Shatterfist shook his head. "I got told a big shot joined the fray, but I don't know who the guy
is."
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