The prisoner looked at Alexander, his eyes shifting slightly.
His face was still obscured by long, disheveled hair, hiding his expression.
After a few seconds of silence, he burst into laughter, a sound filled with both mockery and desolation.
"If these chains were so easy to open, I wouldn't have been trapped for so many years," the prisoner said slowly.
Alexander glanced at Soren, who was standing on the second floor, and squinted slightly, asking, "Was it Soren who locked you up?"
The two communicated through the power of their souls, making their conversation inaudible to anyone else present.
A strange red glow flickered in the prisoner's left eye as he replied coldly, "Darkcoin City is just a dog; what right or ability do they have to lock me up?"
"You seem to have quite a grudge against the people of Darkcoin City. Why then do you work for them?" Alexander raised an eyebrow and asked.
