Tarsuria, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 85th day of Fall, Arenfall
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The exousia-limiting collar felt itchy against his neck. Adaloun had never imagined himself wearing the dreaded collar once again after getting out of the hole. But there he was, after battling countless monsters and an obsessed god, he got back with a collar on his neck, and a chain bound on his hands and feet.
The victory tasted bitter as it was becoming clear that they freedom the sought became nothing more than a ruse, organized by a nation that treated their slaves lower than a dog. He couldn't look at his comrades who were also chained just like him.
