"The sound of metal shackles rubbing against stone walls occasionally resonate in the quiet prison cell.
Emerald vertical pupils, like two profound ghost fires, blinked sporadically in the darkness, following Perseis's every blink.
Clank!
The scales repeatedly struck the shackles, constantly eroding the magic runes on them.
However, compared to the bind of the shackles, the young dragon's resistance seems a little too weak, quite like a teenager arguing with his parents. The attack seems powerful, but in reality, it has no substantial impact at all.
"Your actions are meaningless," a crisp male voice rang out.
The Black Joker, dressed in a dark short robe, walked into the prison, casually placing a human skull on a table.
Suffocating.
The oppressive feeling that Black Joker brought to Perseis was far beyond the previous "jailer," - the Duke of Spades.
Perseis said in a hoarse voice:
"No matter what you're planning to use me for, it won't work. Just release me…"
