The watchman fortress, the Lord's mansion, the magic prison.
The man in the cage still maintained his dazed posture, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't know it. He lay half-paralyzed in the corner, and the bright magic candles around him hurt his eyes. His vertical pupils kept shrinking, and in the end, he could only squint.
In this place, time seemed to have lost its meaning.
The light enveloped everything, and even a shadow became an extravagant hope.
Elliott changed his position and tightened his grip.
Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and raised his head.
Outside the cold cage, a blurry figure of a man had appeared out of nowhere.
He looked at Elliott, who had a wooden expression.
"Is your brain injured?" I can't believe it, " the man mumbled. I didn't expect such a good material to be wasted just like that.
Elliot looked straight at him. Under the effects of the fear rune, he had indeed lost most of his judgment.
