"You… What the hell are you talking about?" Negon's mother stuttered, her gaze filled with a hint of avoidance.
"Ah! If you won't speak, that's fine. Then, you can stay here until you die." Noan smiled cruelly, and his grin sent shivers down Negon's family. "Don't worry, this place is discreet. After you die, I will let your bodies dry out, grind them into powder, and scatter them in the sewers."
"Or, I could use another method to ensure you don't die. I'll make sure you suffer endlessly."
"Or…"
Snap!
Noan snapped his fingers, and Malrik immediately appeared beside him, raising his hand. A blue-green fireball appeared before Negon's family. Despite its large size, the fireball didn't emit high temperatures. Instead, it emitted an intensely cold chill, making Negon's family shiver from the cold.
Inside the fireball, countless tortured souls screamed, their faces twisted in agony and despair.
