Fear

There was around a five-step gap between Quinn and me.

Swoosh—!

And in a split second, the necromancer covered that distance and stood in front of me.

"Pheo– khuek!!"

Before I could activate my armor, Quinn grabbed my neck and started applying pressure to his grip, slowly choking the air out of me.

"Nah," he said. "I can't let you use that armor of yours. It's bothersome."

With his other hand, he placed the blade of his dagger on my throat. "If you dare utter a word and try to summon your armor, I'll slit your throat."

Normally, I would try to call it a bluff, but right now, the glint of evil madness in his eyes assured me that Quinn was actually ready to kill me.

Raising my hands, I slowly nodded my head and displayed my surrender.

"Good," he replied. "I called you here to get a hint about how Kai knew about Shiya. But from the look on your face earlier, it seems like you also don't know that."