"Now then… let's begin."
The five were bound tightly by a glowing web of energy, Rey's spell holding them in place as they squirmed and struggled.
They glared at him with a mixture of fury and fear, but none dared to speak. Rey stood before them, his sword resting lightly in his hand, his eyes cold and unrelenting.
"Let's make this simple," Rey began, his tone sharp and cutting. "Who are you, and what's the purpose of this operation?"
At first, they said nothing, but a faint shimmer of the binding spell sent jolts of pain through their bodies, making one of them cry out.
"Alright! Alright, we'll talk!"
The leader of the group, a man with stone-gray eyes and a trembling voice, spoke up. "We... we belong to the Cult of the Dragon Emperor. This base... it's part of his plan. Please, don't kill us!"
Rey's expression darkened, but he motioned for the man to continue. "And this research? What's it for?"
