"Zoom..."
Their heads turned toward the wall that slid open, revealing an elegant woman as she entered.
They noticed the change in their target's aura. Previously, they had perceived her as a lazy, indifferent woman. Now, there was madness and cruelty in every step she took.
Cyra was in her true form, no longer hiding- it was her personal space, and she didn't bother to restrain herself.
She walked calmly towards a chair, sitting down with her legs crossed, and fixed them with a calm, unblinky stare.
Their bold gaze, once defiant, quickly dropped under the pressure of her presence. Yet none of them spoke, unwilling to betray their organization.
Cyra nodded to herself, approving of their tenacity. They would be a joy to break, she thought.
She stood up and went to a table filled with various torture tools. Picking up a small cup, she extended her fangs and let venom drip into the cup.