The next morning, Vladstin felt a heavy feeling around his body, tight and suffocating.
He realized that he was tied up by ropes. It reminded him of when the Noble Huntsmen tried to kill him of a thousand cuts, and somehow, he felt fond of the nostalgia.
It was already noon when he woke up. Very strange. For a creature like who does not need sleep to oversleep, all because of his own lullaby.
He realized he was tied up to a wooden pole, which was connected to a wooden plank, and has four wooden feels. At the sides were two horizontal bars, which seems to be a handle.
The sun's glare blinded him a bit, and he was still feeling tired and sleepy to notice the footsteps heading towards him. As his vision was having large black spots and was still blurry from morningstars that made his eyes feel sticky, he saw a silhouette of a large figure before him.
He blinked for a while, just dumbly doing so.
