Sol gulped in trepidation. He could ignore the pain in his shoulder but not the impending consequences of his rashness. His mind raced as he sought a way out of this situation.
"General," Sol eventually spoke up, "Luna's—I mean Ellie's hypnosis didn't work against Private Drai, so we had to resort to using my skills to force out a confession. It turned out that he couldn't stand the process and seemed to have attempted to fight back or escape by activating that aura skill of his."
"Are you saying the suppression collar caused this mess?" Alancho questioned as he glanced at Drai's bloody face again, along with the thick metal collar right below it.
"Yes, though I don't know what had actually happened for him to bleed like that. There might've been a mishap with the collar's mechanism, or perhaps Private Drai had an adverse reaction to the stimuli."
