What he wanted was to cleanly and decisively eliminate every powerful figure involved in this matter, beneath the sunlight and under everyone's watchful eyes.
Only then could those lofty elites truly feel fear and understand the terrible price they would have to pay for their mistakes.
With Moros's senses, he easily caught the subtle movements of the onlookers scattering in terror.
But as he had said before, the necromancer did not care about these people.
He remained as calm as ever and continued his thorough questioning of the director whose mind was controlled by Dark Magic.
A pen formed from spell power danced across the paper, recording one name after another—names enough to make Illinois, even the entire North American Continent, tremble.
Titans of business empires, leaders of financial dynasties, holders of power at the highest levels of government, decision-makers in the Senate...
Behind every name lay obscure histories steeped in darkness and grave crimes.
As these prominent figures were exposed one by one in broad daylight, Moros's interrogation quietly entered a deeper stage.
He knew well that no vast conspiracy could exist without countless minor players adding fuel to the flames.
Therefore, after obtaining information on those important figures, he turned his attention to the seemingly insignificant small fry.
Whether they were security guards stationed at the entrances of dark underground laboratories, turning a blind eye to evil, or brokers lurking behind the scenes and weaving between various factions to facilitate criminal dealings with cunning methods, anyone who had taken part in these human experiments was doomed to be tracked down by Moros.
Under the unfathomable spell power of the necromancer, the director being interrogated could not utter a single lie.
As the final name slipped from the director's trembling lips, Moros pushed the interrogation into its third stage.