"Where did Maximus Draken hide his legacies? Tell me or you'll experience more than simple pulls."
"I…" he said in between labored breaths. "I don't know what you're talking about." There was only so much pain a human could take. "Why are you doing this? We did nothing wrong."
"You did nothing" the red robed War Monk said. "Nothing but make a weapon to kill the goddess. What greater evil can there be? Of course you know about the Draken legacies." The world went black. An icy chill gripped Cerlius away from sweet unconsciousness.
Someone seems angry. ALSO I revised last chapter JUST A LITTLE. You might need to delete your cashe to force it to update. The chaos of my life is dying down but it is dying slowly. Resiliant aftertaste.