Karsha smiled evilly as he looked at the Naga on the floor. She was completely out of it, barely having the energy to speak. He wasn't concerned about her pain; he knew she wouldn't have spared a second to kill him if their roles were reversed. Now that he was in control, he intended to show no mercy.
Five minutes went by, and Nadin seemed to have gained some strength, enough to talk at least. Karsha already had his [Call of the Flame] sword charged with fire essence and the glaive floating, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
"Just kill me. I will not tell you anything," she said, her voice low, painful, and angry as soon as she regained enough strength to speak. Karsha knew she was at her last breath, but that didn't mean he would let her spend her final moments acting arrogant.