"Truth is not revealed by confession, but by pressure, the kind that strips away what a person pretends to be until only essence remains."
The dungeon annex felt suddenly too small for the energy now contained within it. The air itself seemed to vibrate, heavy with tension and the residue of unleashed power. Rell Vorn remained a broken, weeping heap against the far wall, his sobs echoing faintly through the stone chamber like a reminder of what happened to those who betrayed the Keep. He was irrelevant now, merely a stain of failure and weakness in the corner of my perception. My focus was entirely on the coordinated, rapid deployment of my mates: the two poles of my stability, the anchors of the Tri-Bond that allowed me to maintain the precise, unflinching focus demanded by Mage Law.
