Lysander felt groggy and heavy in the head. It was as if his head was placed under a giant boulder.
A rough feeling permeated on his lips and face along with the crushing feeling.
As he slowly woke up, he found his vision to be slanted.
Slowly, when he was fully awake, he found his face planted on the ground.
'Huh!?'
Lysander was startled. He channeled his spiritual power to put power in his arms and body to stand up, but failed to budge even an inch.
"Oh? Someone seems to have woken up."
A sharp voice entered his ears and a crushing pressure caused a crack in his jaw, making Lysander let out a piercing howl.
The guard aggressively rubbed his ears and clicked his tongue. "Shut the fuck up."
He stomped on Lysander's mouth and sealed it shut.
At the same time, holding a talisman in his hand, he tried to contact the higher ups of the clan, asking them about the steps he should take next.
