The darkness was designed to seep into a prisoner's very essence, stripping away their sanity and leaving them as hollow shells of their forr selves. In total isolation, with no light or sound to cling to, the mind was supposed to break under the weight of its own thoughts.
Ti lost all aning; monts stretched into hours, and hours into days. This was the darkness' true cruelty, a weapon that turned prisoners into their own worst enemies.
Yet, the commander sat unfazed, chained to the walls, his composure betraying the short ti he'd been subjected to this punishnt. Only a few hours had passed since his incarceration, far too little ti for the void to sink its claws into him. He leaned against the cell wall, his breathing even, his gaze sharp as he looked up at Asher.
"It's you," the commander spat, his voice hoarse yet steady, laced with restrained anger. His glare could have pierced through iron. "You've got so nerve showing your face here."
"Oh, you flatter , Commander, I thought you would've forgotten by now." Asher replied smoothly, his tone dripping with mockery. He leaned casually against the bars. "I figured soone of your importance might appreciate a visitor. After all, it's not every day one finds themselves in accommodations this... exclusive."
The commander's jaw tightened as his fists clenched at his sides. "How did you even get in here? Aren't you afraid of being caught?"
"Caught?" Asher echoed, feigning disbelief with a theatrical wave of his hand. His smirk widened as he gestured to the dim, oppressive hallway behind him. "Do you seriously think these fools stand a chance against ? I slipped past their guards like a shadow. Literally."
As Asher spoke, his sharp eyes studied the man before him. Despite the conditions, the commander's voice held no tremor, his words crisp and deliberate. Asher's smirk faltered for a brief mont before he recovered, masking his intrigue with a condescending chuckle.
"Surprisingly, you haven't gone mad," Asher mused, dragging the edge of his dagger across the enchanted bars with a grating screech that echoed through the hollow corridor. "That's impressive. You must have an incredible amount of willpower... but don't worry, we can always fix that."
The commander's eyes narrowed, but he remained silent, his expression an unreadable mask of defiance.
Asher took his ti, radiating the confidence of soone who owned the mont. He toyed with the blade in his hand, casually scrapping the dagger on the cells bars and flipping it lazily as if to emphasize just how little he feared being discovered.
"You know," Asher began again, his tone light, almost conversational, "I could stand here all night if I wanted to. There's no rush. No one here can even sense , let alone stop ."
He crouched down slightly, his grin sharpening as he peered closer at the commander. "So why don't we make the most of this little chat? Tell , Commander, how are you enjoying the darkness?"
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He straightened up, his tone shifting to sothing more serious. "Alright, let's not waste ti. We both know why I'm here."
The Commander's expression didn't waver, though a hint of curiosity crossed their eyes. "Enlighten , then. Why
are
you here, boy? To gloat? To pretend you're in control?"
Asher chuckled darkly. "Control? Oh no, I'm not here to play gas." His eyes glead with malice as he leaned closer to the barrier. "I'm here to find out who the traitor in here is and why you've been helping whoever it is."
The Commander froze, their expression faltering for the briefest mont before hardening again. "I don't know what you're talking about."
The commander's eyes had long adjusted to the futile effort of searching for any source of light, staring instead into the inky black that offered nothing in return. Even so, his sharp instincts kept him alert, aware of Asher's presence despite his inability to see him.
Asher, cloaked in the dark, took full advantage of the situation. His footsteps were deliberate, soft enough to mask his exact position but loud enough to remind the commander that he was still there.
"Don't play dumb," Asher snapped, his voice sharp. He stepped closer, his shadow stretching unnaturally across the cell. "Whoever it was has been a bit sloppy, but not sloppy enough to expose his plans outright. You, however..." He let the words hang, watching for any reaction.
The Commander's silence was telling, though they didn't speak.
Asher continued, his tone dripping with venom. "He's feeding you intel. Helping you coordinate attacks, sabotaging our efforts, and probably more. The question is, Experience more content on empire
why?
It's an instant victory for you guys but, what's in it for him?"
"I'd be careful what cos out of my mouth in a place like this," the Commander growled, the chains rattling as they shifted. "You don't know the half of what's happening here."
"Then educate ," Asher countered, spreading his arms mockingly. "I'm all ears, Commander. Give the grand explanation for why you've been undermining us. Or..." He let the threat linger, his fingers brushing the hilt of his weapon.
This made the commander slowly burst into laughter. The commander's low chuckle quickly grew into a resonant laugh that echoed ominously throughout the dark cell, ricocheting off the stone walls like a sinister lody.
Asher tilted his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. "What's so funny?" he asked, his voice steady, though curiosity hid behind his calm deanor.
The laughter deepened, showcasing mockery and defiance. The chains binding the commander rattled with every hearty laughter, their tallic clatter blending with his ridicule.
"What's funny?" the commander repeated, his laughter finally subsiding into a contemptuous sneer. "How naïve can you get? You ca here, thinking you could get information from ?"
He leaned forward slightly. "Keep dreaming, boy. I have nothing to say to vermin like you."
The crackling chains punctuated his words, vibrating with an almost eerie rhythm.
Asher straightened up, brushing imaginary dust off his coat. "I guess it can't be helped then," he said coolly, a bit of amusent in his tone.
[Mini Teleportation]
Without a sound, Asher disappeared from his spot by the bars. The commander froze, his smirk faltering slightly as he strained to hear any movent. Then, faint footsteps echoed in the darkness, growing louder, closer.
"Did you…" the commander started, but his words trailed off as a sudden burst of light erupted in front of him.
Asher stood before the commander, holding a burning torch that flared to life from his ring. The sudden brilliance illuminated the grimy cell, its harsh glow banishing the suffocating shadows. The commander recoiled instinctively, his pupils constricting painfully against the unexpected brightness.
"Oh, my bad," Asher said mockingly, his voice dripping with insincerity. "That was sudden, wasn't it?" He smirked, holding the torch up to better illuminate the room, and himself.
The commander blinked rapidly, his eyes slowly adjusting to the light. When his vision finally cleared, the first thing he saw was Asher, standing re steps away with a devilish grin plastered across his face.
In Asher's other hand was the potion he had secured from Marcella. The crystalline vial caught the torchlight, its contents glowing faintly with an iridescent sheen. He turned it over casually, reading the description etched on the side of the glass.
[Truth-Seeking Potion]
[Those who drink it cannot lie or give false information about whatever they are asked. The effects work better if the target has a fear status or a wavering heart. Effectiveness reduced by 50% for targets above Level 100.]
[Duration: 2 Hours.]
Asher looked up from the vial, his grin widening as he t the commander's glare. "Shall we get started?" he asked, his tone almost cheerful.
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Cheerful huh?( ╹▽╹ )
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