Chapter 2: Interrogation
Sonnia stood there watching the flames lick at the charred remains of the arcanist prisoners that were captured after the fight. The flames reflected off her iron mask, and the heat felt familiar and comforting to her. Even though he had been gone for a while, she could still feel his anger boiling up inside her, and with that, the reins of control felt more slack in her mind. She was sure that he would return one day because tyrants where never gone completely "Sonnia, you have been at this for awhile. Maybe it is time for a break?" Samael questions. Sonnia snaps back into reality and lets out a deep sigh. "Sorry Sam. They are loyal to him, I will give them that but it is such a waste of magical talent. It is all squandered for what!?" Sonnia takes off her mask and clicks it into place on her belt and looks back at the dying flames on the charred remains. "That is the biggest question. Now that the immediate threat is gone we have