Ace remains still, his body limp against the cold stone. The burn from the potion lingers, but it hasn't taken control of him. It never will.
They have reinforced him by magic, and now it's hoovering over him. It's really uncomfortable and he is loosing his composure.
The voices around him shift, low murmurs of uncertainty bleeding into the air.
"He should feel the pain of losing what he treasures most," the witch leader sneers again, his tone laced with cruel amusement. "Only then will he understand he is nothing."
Ace keeps his breathing shallow, feigning unconsciousness.
His wrists ache where the metal binds them, but pain is secondary to information. Every word spoken in this room is a weapon he can use.
A weak voice comes from somewhere to the left. "Is this truly necessary? Alpha Kieran was right, there was no reason to do this the hard way. We should have tested him first. Why are we afraid of him is we are not evil, his powers burn only the evil ones."
