The cargo hold of the fishing boat had been converted into a makeshift brig. The captured Naga grunts were bound together with standard ropes reinforced by Seraphina's mana-seals, but General Slish was given special treatment.
He was strapped to a chair in the center of the room. Alvian's [Abyssal Bindings] were wrapped tight around his torso, the black water-chains pulsating as they slowly, constantly drained his mana to keep him weak.
Alvian stood over him. He had re-equipped his [Vestments of the Void Monarch], the intimidating black armor absorbing the dim light of the lantern. He looked less like a student and more like an executioner.
"You have five minutes," Alvian said, checking the timer on his interface. "Before the mana drain causes permanent organ failure. Talk."
Slish spat green saliva on the floor. "I tell you nothing, surface scum. The Sleeper sees all. He will wake, and he will swallow your city whole."
