But Seraphina's corruption specialists didn't use conventional torture.
One specialist placed a hand on the infiltrator's forehead. Corruption magic flowed directly into his mind—not causing pain, but creating absolute certainty that resistance was futile.
The infiltrator's eyes went wide as the magic worked on his consciousness, stripping away layers of trained resistance, exposing the naked truth beneath all the professional conditioning.
"Tell us Elric's strategic plan," the specialist commanded.
The infiltrator's mouth moved against his will, words spilling out in a monotone: "Commander Elric is under orders to destroy the settlement within one week. Political pressure from the king. The campaign cannot drag into a prolonged siege due to resource allocation to other fronts."
"What are his tactical intentions for tomorrow?"
