"Tell me, who is the God of Decay, and what is your tribe planning to do!"
In the dark room, only the stench of blood and screams of the tortured remained. The Solia Kingdom had acted faster than Blaze had expected.
While he just sent Fester to infect the nearest city of the kingdom, the kingdom's intelligence agency had already made their move and captured one of the Deca (Blaze's) tribesmen.
It was the only way Solia could get any information about the tribe and Blaze without risking death. Unfortunately for them, most people they captured were absolute fanatics.
Even after their fingers and entire limbs were severed, they refused to speak of anything that could harm their 'god'.
Humra was in the same position after his right leg was cut off. Yet, he didn't betray his god.
The interrogator, Jiska, a broad-shouldered man of small stature, was getting restless.
"Tell me what that heretic god is after!" Jiska roared, pressing the edge of the blade against Humra's neck.
