"Ummm?" Razeal stood there, still staring at the description of the authority hovering in his vision, rereading it not once or twice but several times, as if his mind refused to accept it on the first pass. The more he read, the more absurd it became. His right eyebrow twitched uncontrollably, a small, involuntary spasm betraying how taken aback he truly was, even though his face otherwise remained composed. Then.. slowly, almost without him realizing it a faint smile crept onto his lips. Not wide or overlay excited. Just… amused.
He had asked for something simple. A skill that maybe detect lies? A way to tell truth from deception. That was it. And instead.. He got this.. Like it now genuinely felt like as he had walked into a shop asking for a pistol and walked out with a nuclear warhead strapped casually under his arm. This wasn't a lie detector or interrogation. Like.. death itself being dragged by the collar and told to speak? and it would have to?..
