"Itır, when this entire farce is concluded, I shall converse with you in private!"
His subordinates were wounded—to the degree that their bones peeked through the lacerations across their chests—yet the eyes dominating the absolute majority of Itır's diminutive visage remained fixated upon zero mortals save Deborah. Despite standing as the Senior overseeing the Academy Overseers, he was compelled to merely gulp in the face of these threatening utterances; the woman who had drawn her curved blade from its scabbard harbored zero jest.
"I have audited that you wretches—the absolute horde of useless rabble serving as the sole rationale for my presence in this domain branded the Outer Circle—have been acting coy regarding the fulfillment of the quotas imposed for the Energy Crystal Mine. I hear you are so rebellious that even the brutality inflicted by your Kapos fails to dissuade you from your verdict.
