Noah frowned, looking at the mangled, trembling form of the supervisor suspended in the middle of his lightning.
' I already expected this…' he thought.
It wasn't a surprise that a creature engineered to lead a secretive, underground network would possess a fanatical, unyielding loyalty to its creator.
These demons weren't common street thugs or greedy mercenary captains who could be bribed or easily broken by physical torment; they were zealots, deeply anchored to the dark mandate of their supreme leader.
His declaration of wanting to die rather than betray his lineage was entirely consistent with the absolute discipline Noah had expected since uncovering the facility.
He needed the demon to talk though, or else he wouldn't get the information he needed.
The stakes were far too high for him to simply execute the creature out of petty frustration and leave the premises empty-handed.
