Inside the office, Pedro and the other two stood before Randall like puppets.
They were motionless, their eyes vacant.
After three seconds, life returned to their eyes.
But those eyes were filled with madness, despair, and all manner of negative emotions.
All three had bloodshot eyes.
Then they caught sight of one another.
Instantly, the madness in their eyes intensified.
Almost simultaneously, all three attacked the others.
They aimed straight for vital spots.
"All right, stop!
Congratulations. You're back in reality."
Randall clapped his hands.
A burst of Conqueror's Haki pinned all three in place.
Their hearts jolted.
They had no idea how many cycles they had endured.
This was the first time they had heard a voice other than their own.
Could they really be out?
Or was this another trick?
The Conqueror's Haki vanished as quickly as it came.
After a moment's hesitation, the three turned to look.
Randall was watching them with a faint, ambiguous smile.
He was still propping up his chin in that same pose of a mastermind pulling the strings.
Relief and uncertainty appeared in their eyes.
They had truly been terrorized into submission.
Even saying they saw danger in every shadow would not do their state justice.
"Well? How was it?
How did that immersive hallucination feel?"
Randall asked mildly.
How did it feel?
It was fucking terrifying!
It would take them at least a year to recover from this constant state of dread!
How could anyone be this terrifying?
"Are you real? Or are we still hallucinating?"
Pedro stared at Randall in alarm and doubt.
At the same time, he instinctively held his sword across his chest.
"All right, enough pointless questions.
Pedro, you can make your choice now.
Will you take us to Zou yourselves?
Or will I control you and