ZZZT CRACKLE!
The energy raced through the ground, a web of white-hot mana following the very cracks Zane had feared.
"You told Celestina everything," Apollo said, his voice turning cold, the combat turning into a psychological interrogation. "You told her about the Apostle network."
"You told her about the Reincarnator population on the island."
"You gave her the blueprint of the Academy's internal structure."
"I gave her the truth," Zane said, his Void working frantically, scanning the ground, trying to predict where the next surge of energy would erupt from the cracks.
"Did you tell her about Lady Valentina?" Apollo asked, his voice dropping to a lethal, quiet whisper.
The question hit Zane harder than any physical blow could have.
For a fraction of a second, the absolute, terrifying precision of his Void working faltered. His displacement didn't just stutter; it glitched.
