"I'm getting the information I want whether you like it or not," Noah said, his voice dropping slightly.
He didn't have to shout, his tone always making it clear that there was no room for debate.
"And after that, you can take her to the Magus Order."
He let the words hang there, making it clear that Lunge wasn't being given a choice. He was being given a concession.
Noah was essentially telling the representative of the most powerful magical body in the land that he would allow them to have the scraps only after he was satisfied.
With a slight flick of his fingers, the crushing mana pressure vanished.
The change was instantaneous. One second, the air was as heavy as lead; the next, it was light and clear.
Lunge stumbled forward, his boots scraping against the stone floor as the sudden lack of resistance caught him off guard.
He gasped for air, his lungs burning as they expanded to take in the oxygen that had felt so thin just moments ago.
