Leone picked up the first iron rod from the movable coal furnace, its tip glowing ominously. The rogue's eyes widened with fear, his breath becoming shallow and ragged.
He was clearly loyal to his master, willing to endure any torment rather than betray his allegiance. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as Leone approached whose presence was imposing and relentless.
"You have one last chance," Leone growled, his voice filled with controlled intensity. "Tell me who sent you and why. Who is the leader of the rogues from the southern territory?"
The rogue hesitated, his jaw clenched in defiance despite the visible struggle within him. Loyalty to the MAD WALKERS pack was ingrained deeply, a code he was prepared to uphold even under the immense torture.
"I can't tell you. Do whateve
