Despite the situation, Adrian's voice carried an almost playful quality.
Then it shifted, turning serious. "As I said, boy, we don't take kindly to outsiders, but the circumstances of your arrival have forced us to reconsider. I suggest you answer truthfully, for the holy sphere will reveal any deceit... and I assure you, the consequences will be severe."
He leaned back, tapping his walking stick against the ground. The sound echoed through the dim room like a countdown.
Joseph nodded, throat dry. His heart hammered against his ribs. "I understand, my lord. I will speak only the truth."
Adrian's gaze lingered before he leaned forward, elbows on the table. He studied Joseph's face intently—the trembling hands, the fear. As if measuring its depth.
"Good. Now, let's begin." He paused. "Place your hand on the orb."
Joseph obeyed. The orb began to glow, warm under his palm, almost alive—as if reading his very thoughts.
