"My lord, I really..." Black Fire grimaced, but he gritted his teeth and tried to deny it.
"Ah..." Night Witch sighed. "Black Fire, you've followed me all this time for nothing. You still don't understand me. Do you think refusing to confess will save you? Your testimony doesn't matter to me. I simply enjoy watching people tortured and hearing them scream in agony... But I'm tired of listening now. Do you understand? What comes next is the real beginning. You'll learn what true pain is."
As Night Witch spoke, two identical Faceless entered the interrogation room.
Black Fire stared, dumbfounded. Each carried a torture device he had never seen before. With one Faceless approaching from the front and the other from behind, Night Witch's words finally snuffed out his last shred of hope. He went limp as though his bones had vanished and cried through his tears, "My lord! Please, my lord... It wasn't the Holy Light Church. It was someone from the Frost Giant Court..."
Night Witch sounded surprised. "Oh? Those muscle-bound blocks of ice know how to use spies?"
Black Fire was about to say more when something felt wrong beneath his feet. He looked down instinctively and froze in shock.
Two patches of pale flame had begun creeping upward from his toes. As he noticed them, the discomfort intensified into the searing pain of being burned alive.
"No! My lord, please don't kill me!" Knowing how terrifying the flames were, Black Fire screamed, "I have plenty of useful information! I'll tell you everything! Lord Night Witch... Lord Night Witch..."
But Night Witch ignored him, utterly uninterested in his supposed intelligence. With a wave of Night Witch's hand, the miniature world enclosed within the translucent Light Screen vanished.
Night Witch sat alone in the treehouse, eyes growing more