Hong surrendered in pain, succumbing to excruciating agony as the ivory chain pierced through his palm. His anguished cry echoed, seemingly devoid of significance. The flow of blood showed no signs of abating, while the chain wrap his waist all the way up to his chest, rendering him utterly immobile. The radiance of the chain's white light steadily transformed into a deep crimson hue upon contact with his blood, its pulsations persisting unstopped.
"Ah, stop, don't do this, Mother" Hong winced as he recognized the man and the resplendent young woman with crimson hair—none other than Mumu, the princess of the White Cotton Valley, his very own birth mother. Together, with the evil man, they imprisoned him within a substantial timber, securing his hands and feet with delicate white chains that cruelly pierced both of his palms. Suspended with arms outstretched, he experienced an agony beyond comprehension, as if the essence of his bones and blood held no value.
