The high-tier spiritual suppression shackles hissed as they locked tightly around Branch Leader Koma's wrists, their black runic alloy instantly draining the vibrant golden light from her meridians. Deprived of her peak Golden Core energy, her shoulders slumped, and she was aggressively marched into the secondary interrogation theater of the flagship.
The Vice Sect Leader sat calmly behind a heavy slate table, his hands folded neatly inside his silver sleeves. Ethan stood at his right hand like a silent, calculating judge, his amethyst eyes tracking every micro-expression on Koma's pale face, while Heidy guarded the exit.
