(POV: Caspian)
"Demon?" Caspian's voice cracked slightly.
He stared at the man before him, tied, unable to move.
"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not a demon."
The man — white hair, green eyes sharp as glass — didn't flinch.
"Strange, then," the man said quietly. "I can read the memories of everyone I meet. Everyone. Except those two kinds of people — people strong enough to block me…"
He leaned in, eyes narrowing.
"…or demons."
Caspian's heart thudded once — heavy.
What kind of ability is this…? he thought, mind racing.
The man didn't give him time to catch his breath.
"That's my first suspicion," the man continued. "The second —"
He leaned back in the chair, arms crossed.
"—If you're not a demon, tell me this… Where's the 'Colossus'?"
Caspian blinked. "What?"
"The weapon," the man said, voice like a low cut of steel. "The Wolf. A demon-forged relic. Only those with Outer lineage can hold it. No human can summon it And yet...."
