The words landed heavier than any technique.
The leader's head snapped up, eyes bloodshot and wide.
The others froze as terror washed over their faces in a way no illusion could replicate.
"No—no, senior!" one of the half-buried men screamed, coughing violently. "Please! Please spare us!"
"We were wrong! We were blind!" another shouted with a croaking voice. "We didn't know! We swear!"
Victor's aura pressed harder.
The ground around them sank another inch.
"How many others," Victor asked quietly, "begged you like this?"
His gaze moved from face to face.
"How many of them did you listen to?"
Silence~
"You're begging now," Victor continued, "because I am strong—and you are weak."
His aura expanded just a fraction more.
"If it were the other way around," he said, "I'd be at your mercy."
He leaned forward slightly and his eyes locked onto the leader's.
"And you wouldn't show me any."
