Beast-Taming Duo

Deep within the Coiling Dragon Dungeon, the air was damp and cold. Phosphorescent moss embedded in the walls gave off an eerie green glow, making the entire space resemble a sleeping serpent's den. Iron chains hung low, and the steady, monotonous sound of dripping water echoed like a heartbeat.

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Grimmson stood on the central stone platform. His once-upright body was now bent like a crumpled sheet of parchment. His arms were suspended by black iron shackles, his clothes were tattered, and his chest rose and fell violently as sweat mixed with blood trickled down his ribs. He had been hung in that position for an entire night. Whenever his knees were about to give out, the magical runes on the chains activated on their own, forcibly straightening him and maintaining that almost humiliating stance.

Sarf stood before him, her dark purple gown trailing along the ground, its hem winding like a serpent's tail and producing a faint rustle of silk as she moved. Under the glow of the phosphorescent moss, her seductive face looked nearly translucent in its pallor. Her lips were painted a deep cherry red, always curving into a smile that was not quite a smile. Her black hair cascaded loosely behind her shoulders, with several strands deliberately—or carelessly—sliding over the snowy skin of her neck, outlining a lethal curve.

Between two long, slender fingers of her left hand, she toyed with a thin silver needle. A drop of dark purple liquid clung to its tip—it was the "Soul-Severing Draught" she had personally concocted.

Compared to Gadelle's torture magic, Sarf preferred to use poison and seduction to break a person's will. The so-called Soul-Severing Draught was, in truth, an enhanced version of Veritaserum. Besides eroding a person's will