Chapter 72
Oh crap.
The words did not leave Gazel's mouth but they tore through his skull like a siren.
He had celebrated too early.
The inspection was not over.
The orb was still going to check for remaining demons.
And if it found even a trace…
Cold. Bone deep cold.
The line formed again, faster this time. No complaints. No whispers. Just the sound of boots scraping stone and people swallowing fear.
Second round.
The orb floated forward.
This time it moved smoother, almost lazily, pulsing gold instead of red as it scanned each person. Gold meant clean. Gold meant safe.
Gazel's heart was not convinced.
It hammered against his ribs as the orb drifted closer.
He could not run.
If he ran, death would be mercy. They would not kill him quickly. They would peel answers out of him. Slowly.
So he locked his jaw. Emptied his face. Let his eyes go blank.
The orb stopped in front of him.
White light.
It scanned him from head to toe.
It stayed white.
Longer than usual.
