Hermes lost count of how many minutes had passed since they stepped into the Void's labyrinthine guts, but Magni had been narrating every last second like they were walking through a history museum.
"And then," Magni's booming voice echoed off the jagged cliffs around them, "we infiltrated this Threat Rehabilitation School. A ghastly place, really. Tiny cells, shock collars for children. Can you believe it?"
He gestured wildly as he spoke.
"They had trackers embedded in their spines. Every time they used their gifts—zap!"
He slapped his own chest for emphasis, sparks of magma spitting from his palm. "The bastards thought they could break a child's spirit with lightning. But that's where they're wrong!"
"Sounds familiar," Ymir muttered, his icy breath curling white against the oppressive heat of the terrain. "Humans never change. Same cruelty, just different packaging."
