The moment Noah detected the six-star presence among the trackers, Kiara had acted without delay.
She stepped down from the carriage, summoned the battle tank, and allowed the metal beast to materialize with a low mechanical hum that rippled through the earth.
That sudden appearance had shattered the spies' concealment.
Then Noah had spoken.
Provocative words, sharp and humiliating, flowed from him with deliberate venom.
He questioned their courage, mocked their masculinity, and suggested they cast aside their blades and cut away their pride entirely. Each sentence carried an undercurrent of ether-infused persuasion.
Interrogation.
The mental pressure slipped into their consciousness like a needle.
The six-star expert shielded himself in time, but the other three faltered. Rage clouded judgment. Pride burned hotter than discipline. They stepped forward, revealing themselves fully.
Two others remained farther back, cautious enough to resist the influence.
