Velra tossed the soaked cloth aside, her fingers still gloved.
"They cracked faster than I expected," she said flatly.
"Fighters trained to take pain—sure. They could grit through bruises and bone fractures without blinking."
She turned her gaze to the corner, where the last captive still slumped against the chain-wrapped pole.
"But not pleasure. The moment I shifted tactics."
"Stroking the parts they were never trained to resist."
"They melted under the first wave of sensation."
Zain leaned back against the pillar, arms crossed.
His eyes never left her face.
"You always had a better touch with people," he said with a smirk.
"So—did they say where Valcair is?"
Velra exhaled through her nose.
"They didn't know the exact location."
"But they knew about a secondary convergence site. Another training vault."
She stepped toward the dim light, her coat brushing against the cracked floor.
"It's called the Burial Room. BC-5."
