A cold glint flashed in Lynn's eyes.
He raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.
The man's body suddenly stiffened and was yanked by an invisible force to Lynn's side, suspended in midair.
His face turned red, as though something had seized his throat, leaving him unable to breathe.
"Such nerve. You dared to deceive even me." Lynn's voice was calm, yet it startled everyone.
The elements within the man's body churned wildly. His legs kicked helplessly in the air, and his hands clawed at his neck as if trying to pry away that invisible hand.
But the disparity in strength was simply too great. His struggle was futile.
"My lord... I didn't lie to you... I really saw it... at the rocky shore in the Northern Region..."
Lynn raised his left hand.
A dark blue light appeared at his fingertips and condensed into the tip of a needle.
The needle pierced through the man's brow and stabbed into his soul.
The man's body suddenly arched, his mouth opening as he let out a scream.
That sound did not come from his throat. It was a Soul Screech forced out from the depths of his soul.
Sharp and piercing, it sent a chill through everyone's soul.
The people nearby staggered back several steps in fright at the Soul Screech.
Some covered their ears. Some turned away, too afraid to look. Others had their legs go weak and had to lean against the stone walls beside them to keep from collapsing.
The old man stood at the front, his wooden staff planted on the ground. He did not retreat, but his fingers tightened around the staff.
Lynn's left fingertips flashed again.
Another needle stabbed in, and the man's scream grew even louder.
His body convulsed in midair, his limbs