THUD!!
"ARGHHH!"
Atlas screamed as Amon and Arnold slammed him against a wooden pillar.
Before he could recover, shadowy restraints surged around his body, coiling tightly around his arms, torso, and legs before binding him to the pillar. Amon's shadow and darkness left him with no room to struggle.
Arnold stepped closer and pressed the edge of his blade against Atlas's throat.
Amon stood before the captive deacon, his face concealed beneath a layer of darkness.
"Tell us what's going on in this village."
"What... what do you mean?" Atlas asked, his face twisted with pain.
Amon's expression remained hidden, but his patience had already run out.
He lifted his boot and drove it into Atlas's cheek.
THUD!
"Cough!"
"ARRGHH!"
Atlas's head snapped to the side as pain shot through his face.
"Why were you trying to kidnap Alice?" Amon demanded. "Start talking, or you won't get a painless death."
