Mister Ratré's mouth went dry. He wanted to turn to show Khan one of his fake faces but couldn't. Prince Khan's order had been clear and absolute, and Mister Ratré's body didn't move anyway.
The third-level warrior hoped for leniency or help from his crewmates, but nothing arrived. His condition worsened during the wait. His vision grew blurry, and his consciousness started to waver since his lungs had yet to seize any air. His time was running out, leaving him with no option but to comply.
"I heard from the crew that Coravis could be dangerous, Prince Khan," Mister Ratré explained, surprised by his ability to speak. "I thought you might have needed help."
Khan saw right through Mister Ratré, but his pressure lightened anyway, allowing the third-level warrior to breathe properly. Mister Ratré suddenly gasped, his lungs starving for air, and his body bent forward, forcing him to support himself on his knees to avoid falling.
