1320 1320. Torture

Bertha tried to scream and curse Noah while the Shadow Swords spell suppressed her voice, but he didn't lower the restrictions until she became tired of that process.

"I will let you speak now," Noah said as he placed his hand on her forehead. "You must have understood by now that you can't escape from my spell. Don't try anything funny."

Some of the small dark blades flowing under her skin left her throat and reinforced the blockades on her centers of power. Bertha found herself able to speak again, and her first words were a threat sent to her warden.

"You will die of a horrible death once the Crystal City gets its hands on you," Bertha said as she gnashed her teeth in anger. "Your mind will suffer so many tortures that you will end up begging us to kill you."

"You wanted to kill me already," Noah replied as the Demonic Sword came out of his separate space. "This threat is pointless. You made me your enemy after our first meeting."