Beginning Of Multiverse Saga

Chapter 190: Interrogating Elira Frost

Sharky, Rosie, and Sophia stayed hidden and watched closely. They now understood these men were trying to stop a disaster from happening.

Although the people here spoke a different language, Sharky had already prepared for this.

Using one of his Tech-Grade alien powers, he created a language translator that could listen to words for a few seconds and then automatically translate them into a language they could understand.

"What? How can he start a war, Alaric?" Marcus asked the mind-reader with a serious look. But just as his focus shifted, Elira, the diamond-skinned woman, twisted her arms, turning her diamond hands into sharp blades. With a swift motion, she sliced through the metal restraints holding her down and broke free.

"Where has Elira gone?" Marcus spun around, eyes scanning the area, realizing she had escaped.

"We need to find her. She knows more about Cyras’s plan," Alaric replied, already searching.

"There she is!" Alaric pointed as he spotted Elira running across the lawn.

Marcus raised his hands and launched several metal rods and tools at her, hoping to stop her. But Elira was fast. She spun, her diamond hands flashing, slicing every object in her path like they were paper.

Both Alaric and Marcus tried everything they could to stop her—but Elira was on a mission to escape.

Then, out of nowhere, she turned and rushed toward Sharky, Sophia, and Rosie.

In an instant, she grabbed Rosie and pulled her close, holding her tightly as a hostage. Her sharp, glowing diamond hand hovered dangerously near Rosie’s throat.

"Marcus, Alaric!" Elira warned. "Let me go, or this girl dies."

Marcus and Alaric froze, glancing at each other, clearly realizing how bad this situation had become.

"Marcus, go for her hands. I’ll try to get into her mind," Alaric whispered.

Marcus gave a slight nod, and flicked his fingers, sending a small metal cup spinning through the air toward Elira.

But Elira’s eyes burned with anger. "You think I’m bluffing?" she hissed.

Without hesitation, she sliced Rosie’s arm with her diamond edge. Rosie cried out in pain, clutching her wound as blood stained her dress.

Alaric and Marcus immediately stopped. Their faces turned grim, stuck in place, unsure what to do next.

While their eyes were locked on Elira, they didn’t notice someone else was no longer standing still.

Sharky.

His blue eyes flared with fury, his aura trembling with quiet rage. His voice boomed like thunder.

"Elira," he growled. "I don’t care if you destroy the world. But you laid a hand on something precious to me."

He stepped forward slowly, voice heavy and firm.

"And for that... I will punish you."

He turned to Sophia, his tone calmer.

"Sophia. Take her and Rosie. We’re leaving."

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Sophia was furious after seeing her sister taken hostage. Without wasting a second, she followed Sharky’s command. With one quick move, she grabbed both Elira and Rosie, holding them tightly.

Before anyone could react, Sharky appeared behind them.

In an instant, the group disappeared—vanishing through Sophia’s teleportation powers—leaving Alaric and Marcus standing stunned.

"What just happened?" Marcus looked around, confused.

Alaric’s eyes narrowed as he focused. "Sophia, the girl, has teleportation powers. Elira hurt Rosie, and the man with them... he got angry. He told the girl to capture Elira—and now they’ve all vanished. We can’t track them."

Marcus shook his head. "Do you think they’re new Etherbon?"

"I’m not sure," Alaric said honestly. "I couldn’t read their minds. It was like their thoughts were hidden behind walls. This is something I’ve never seen. Maybe they are Etherbon... or something else. One thing is clear—Elira is no longer in our hands."

"Then we must turn our attention back to Cyras," Marcus said with a firm voice. "He’s still the biggest threat to peace."

The two of them walked away, unsure of what the future now held.

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Not far from the mansion, the group reappeared near a quiet hotel.

"Sophia, book a room," Sharky said calmly.

She nodded and quickly handled it. They entered a simple room, and for a moment, the air inside was heavy with silence.

Elira, still in her diamond form, looked around—confused and cautious. Her eyes went to Rosie, and she blinked in shock.

Her hand... was healed. Completely.

Just minutes ago, she had cut through it—and now it was like nothing had ever happened.

Elira frowned. "That’s not normal," she thought. Something about this group wasn’t right.

She tried to use her telepathy to scan Sharky’s mind—to find answers.

But nothing. It was like running into a wall. His mind was completely closed off.

Then it hit her.

"I picked the wrong person to threaten," she realized. A chill ran through her. "They’re not just powerful... they’re something else."

Still, as she sat on the bed and looked at them, none of them looked angry now. Sharky looked calm. Sophia watched her carefully. And Rosie... even with her hand healed, didn’t glare with hate.

That gave Elira a small bit of relief.

"If they wanted to kill me," she thought, "they could’ve done it already."

But there was still fear. Because she didn’t know what they would do next.

Finally, she spoke up.

"What do you want from me? Why did you bring me here?" she asked sharply, trying to stay brave.

Sharky looked at her, his voice steady but strong.

"At first, I wanted to end you," he said honestly. "But now... I have a better idea."

He stepped closer, looking her in the eye.

"Change back to your normal form. Then, you’re going to tell us everything you know. Don’t make me read your mind. Because if I do..."

He paused for a moment, his voice turning colder.

"It’ll hurt a lot more."

Under the influence of Sharky’s commanding voice, Elira Frost obeyed his words. Even Cyras’s voice wasn’t able to make her do anything, but she couldn’t resist Sharky’s command.

As she transformed back to her natural state, Elira’s appearance became so beautiful. She has long, flowing blonde hair. Her icy blue eyes, now free from the diamond facade, held a determined yet alluring gaze.

Elira’s fair skin seemed to glow in the ambient light. The attire she wore is, the white boots, strapless dress, and the white underwear, and a white bra added to the overall impression of elegance.

It was a stark contrast to the illusion she had created just moments before. Where she manipulated the illusion to create an intimate scene with a Soviet Union general.

Now, in her true form, Elira stood there awaiting further instructions.

"Sit, on the bed," Sharky commanded, and Elira obediently sat. Rosie and Sophia settled on the second bed.

While Sharky sat on the bed, where Elira was. His hands started playing with her hair. Though Elira felt the urge to resist, Sharky’s intense gaze left her feeling powerless.

She found herself unable to summon even a hint of courage to defy him.

"Now, introduce yourself and your work," Sharky commanded, as he touched her panties.

She has not a little bit of courage to stop him, even knowing her sacred place has been touched by Sharky. In her whole life, this was the first time someone has touched her Sacred place.

She started to share her story. "My name is Elira Frost. I’m 25 years old. Initially, I worked in a bar, using my mind-reading abilities to create illusions of intimate moments and earn money. One night, Cyras Dren visited the bar."

"He demonstrated his power to control energy, even absorbing and redirecting nuclear energy at will. He invited me to join his group, the Veilborn, and I accepted." She explained her past and how she joined the Brotherhood.

She noticed, on the other hand, Sharky’s hand groping her D-cup oranges. This was something no one had done to her in the past 25 years; they were always the ones being played by her.

But today, a stranger is dominating her. Just his stare alone is enough to make her do anything.

"Explain about the Veilborn, led by Cyras Dren," Sharky asked, as he opened her bra hooks, her oranges were now proudly standing in front of him, he pinched them, causing Elira to give a moan.

"The Veilborn," Elira began, "is a group of Etherbon led by Cyras Dren. Their goal is to establish Etherbon rule over Aetherion. Cyras believes that Etherbon are superior beings—chosen by the planet itself—and that they should not live in balance with others, but rule over them."

"Cyras Dren has a plan to start a global war," she continued. "He wants to cause massive destruction across the world. After that, with most governments and armies weakened, he plans to rise from the ashes and claim control."

"Why does Cyras want to dominate the world?" Sharky asked, casually toying with her oranges, pinching it now and then, or gently rolling it, licking it and biting it.

"Here in Aetherion, Etherbon are admired, trained, and even treasured by their countries," Elira admitted quickly, she explained. "But Cyras... he sees that as weakness. He doesn’t want Etherbon to be guardians, or partners. He wants them to rule above all. He believes it’s their destiny."

"And the others in his group—the Veilborn—why did they join him?" Sharky asked again, now slowly licking her oranges, looking her in the eye.

Elira hesitated for a moment, then answered, "Most of them follow him because of his strength. Others... because they truly believe in his ’Birthright Doctrine’—that Etherbon are meant to lead the world. Cyras is powerful, persuasive, and offers them a place where they don’t have to hide or follow rules. They think the world will belong to them once his plan succeeds."

"And their methods?" Sharky added.

"They’re aggressive. The Veilborn attack without warning, plant false evidence, manipulate governments. They’ve already created conflict between Velmora and Dravaris. Meanwhile, Alaric Wynn tries to hold the peace, but Cyras is always one step ahead," Elira said.

"When does Cyras plan to start this war?" Sharky asked, licking the juice from his fingers, eyes sharp and steady.

Elira took a deep breath.

"Tomorrow," she said. "Dravaris will make the first move—thanks to Cyras’s infiltration team. They’ll strike a critical target in Velmora. Velmora will retaliate immediately, believing it was an unprovoked attack. Then, before anyone realizes the truth, war will erupt."

"Undress yourself," he commanded, and without hesitation, she obeyed. She didn’t even question why she was obeying his command.

She started to undress herself and in just a few minutes. Her lingerie, her panties, her boots. All fell onto the floor. She was a little shy, but she couldn’t stop herself from following his commands.

Sharky put his one finger in her mouth. "You know, Elira," he said. "If you hadn’t cut Rosie’s hand, then I would not have focused on you, but since you did this, my eyes have gone on you."

"At first I wanted to execute you, but seeing you so beautiful, I have changed my plan. And now I want to punish you with my Dragon. So spread your legs, and show me everything. And beg me for punishment," Sharky commanded.