Charles
I looked at the faces of my Enforcers, their expressions a mix of determination and concern. We were up against an enemy that was ruthless, unpredictable, and utterly unbound by conventional rules and set against a ticking clock we couldn't even watch.
"Keep the pressure on the people from that list," I instructed firmly, my voice carrying the authority that came with my position. "I don't know if any of them have anything of use to say, but I want them interrogated. Don't make it cruel, but make it thorough... Mind magic is acceptable."
"It won't do any good," Ethan said from nearby. He looked paler than he had a few hours ago. Ill as if the compulsion was already draining his life.
Maybe it was.
"Why?"
"They're mostly decoys. He considers them all dispensable. My fat
