Chapter 1221: Torture Of An Angel (Shall we continue?)

Enel gave Victor a confident nod before turning toward the interrogation room door. With a nonchalant air, he strolled in, his steps unhurried and his demeanor calm. Commander Kael, standing rigidly by the glass, barked a sharp order to his men.

"Fall back," he growled, his voice laced with irritation.

The werewolves, some clad in light armor, others still in wolf form, reluctantly stepped away from the interrogation room. Their expressions ranged from disdain to thinly veiled amusement, a few even chuckling under their breath.

"Watch the pup embarrass himself," one of them muttered, shaking his head.

Another snickered. "What's a pup like that going to do to a fallen angel? He'll be out of there crying in five minutes."

Inside the room, Enel began whistling a slow, familiar tune, one that seemed oddly out of place amidst the tension. The melody of Thriller, his favourite tune from his former life, echoed softly, cutting through the silence.