The older boy stood beside a door that opened automatically, revealing a dark room that he couldn’t even see the next step.

The ones inside stopped talking the moment Killian entered.

Killian turned to the older boy who wasn’t going in with him.

"<Thank you>"

Shatter!

The image of the older boy distorted as the shard of crystal scattered to pieces. Killian walked away from the door and it closed itself.

Silence and darkness stretched in front of him, yet he knew he wasn’t alone. Then the lights came on. Overhead lights hung above him.

"Killian Dominic, is it?"

The voice of the coordinator echoed within the dark room. Killian recognized him as the one who had sent the Amega newbies into the B-tier realm carelessly. He sat himself on the chair behind the table.

From the direction of his voice, the coordinator likely sat above him watching his movements from a glass screen. And he wasn’t the only one watching.

"I am quite self-conscious." Killian looked upwards at the light blocking his view of the ceilings. "Can you tell me how many of you there are? Your age range as well."

The reply came quicker than Killian expected for the question to settle.

"We are four coordinators with one A-Rank Warden from our academy. The age range is nineteen to thirty-six years old."

Killian nodded curtly. He could handle five people watching him like a spectacle from the darkness.

No matter how he wanted to look at it, this was an interrogation and they had some level of proof to back up the questions they would be asking him.

And Killian didn’t plan to deny all of them. At least not till he knew if they were very much against the Void.

The question of why they preserved a Void creature was still hanging in the air.

"Thank you. Why did you want to speak to me?"

The coordinator answered his question again. "The Fire Centurions and The Withered Fae. Do you have anything to do with their disappearance?"

"I am not sure." Killian rested his hand on the table, relaxing. "Why do you believe I should have something to do with it? I am just hearing those names for the first time in my life."

That wasn’t a lie so he said it naturally. Someone scraped their chair on the marble floor. Another cleared their throat.

"So you did not experience anything odd within that realm?" A younger voice asked him. "Or meet extraordinary creatures?"

"I did experience agonizing things in that realm." Killian said. "After all, as a C-Rank Warden, a B-tier realm is definitely no place for me. The panthers were really tough too."

Two people whispered to themselves above him, and Killian noted that none of them were the coordinator who had been talking to him or the young lady who spoke.

Killian tilted his head looking up. He was getting really curious about who these people were, and what right they had to keep him in a dark room to ask him questions.

He was also curious about what ending they would reach even if he accepts that he released the Void Creature.

"Your presence in the B-tier realm was a miscalculation," the young lady said. She cleared her throat and added. "The Olpha Region had already submitted the list of students who were chosen to attend the academy trials—"

"And?" Killian interrupted, his voice raised. "Why were the D-Rank Amega newbies sent to a B-tier realm even after their own trial? Or did you look down on the trials done by them and thought to serve your own set of trials?"

The silence made Killian scoff. "The Olpha Region didn’t have preliminary trials as far as I knew."

It shouldn’t be a surprise that, like Leta, there were some within the Central Region who looked down on the Amega region.

No one said anything so Killian added, to make sure they knew he had thought long and hard about it. "It is also really odd that the panthers in that realm are resistant to the only offensive element the girls had, Mr. Coordinator."

"Again, that was a miscalculation." The reply came quickly from the Coordinator. "I never planned for that to be the coordinates."

"It is fine if that’s your excuse to cover up your attempted murder." Killian said. "We just met so I do not expect us to be truthful to each other."

"That is an unwarranted accusation," Someone else said, with a rather gruff tone. "Should you be throwing such accusations without proof when you are the one seated on the interrogation seat?"

Killian left the seat, and stared at the seat like it disgusted him.

If sitting on that seat hinted in any way that he was submitting to their ridiculousness, then he needed to make his stance clear.

"How shameless will you all at this academy get? I can’t believe this is the place people in the Olpha Region hope to attend."

<Orbs of Scorch>

Three large balls of fire flared up from nothing beside Killian, illuminating the area around him. With a thought, he raised the balls of fire to the ceiling.

The clear silhouettes of five people seated behind the glass wall, and watching him like he was an interesting experiment, came to view. Killian noticed the A-Rank badge on the lady seated.

He looked away, and leaned on the table. "You put the lives of the Amega newbies at risk for the sake of testing out the strength of your artificially evolved panthers, did you not?"

"That—"

"None of you have the right to ask me questions about a creature breaking out when you sent me in there in the first place. The less pathetic you are, the better I can answer your questions."

His bluntness left the ones seated speechless for a while.

Then the lady smiled, and Killian didn’t like it. She left her seat and walked to the back, opening the door.

He heard her come down to where he was.

"I can’t decide if you are a righteous man," she said as she strolled towards him.

"Or if you are being defensive because you have something to hide."