"You think you're in a position to negotiate? To make demands?" His hand swept toward the guards surrounding them.
"Look around you, 'Chief.' You're outnumbered, outmaneuvered, and completely at my mercy."
Julian didn't blink. Didn't flinch.
The mana-suppressing cuffs around his wrists glinted in the greenish light as he squared his shoulders.
"You really think, in your state, you can be making demands like that?" the man continued, a cruel smile playing at his lips.
"Perhaps I should demonstrate what happens to those who—"
"You think I won't stop now to make demands?"
The words weren't shouted. Julian barely raised his voice.
But something changed in the air of the temple—a sudden pressure that descended like an invisible weight, crushing the very atmosphere around them.
"...!"
Julian's body remained still, but a presence seemed to radiate from him.
