"Lieutenant"
Cyra stopping from hearing the call of his name, turning to see Commander Krieg Shultz walking towards him.
"Yes sir. Do you need something?"
Krieg smiles brightly at Cyra pushing him slightly.
"Cyra you are always polite. Follow me. We have something to discuss."
Cyra follows behind Krieg yet he just walked silently like he is lost in thought.
"Commander are you okay?" Cyra ask in concern.
"Cyra do you remember the KOS list?"
Cyra face frowns upon this question. "Yes I do. Its the list of Zadrasel most dangerous targets."
"Well Cyra the question is why are 20 of potentially tens of thousands of Prana Users are stated on these lists?"
"Commander you tell me this millions of times. These Prana Users who holds extremely destructive Pranas can easily wipe out a city as strong as Zadrasel, They are better off dead than controlled."
"Bingo. This is why i trust you Cyra, but there is a lot you still don't know."
"Commander?" Confused on why even asked about this or why being called out.
Continuing walking behind Krieg while still pondering on what is going on, confusion struck with a blink. Looking as if Krieg got further, Cyra quickly tried to run to catch up. But with each blink he continues to get further from Krieg. Cyra looks around to notice chains hooked on his hands and ankles.
In an instance Cyra was dragged down into a dark abyss. Not able to yell or breathe, he struggles. Choking and frantic, he tries to rip off the chains to no avail. Giving up he hears a voice deep in his.
"Stolen- Not Yours- Give Back"
constantly repeating "Stolen- Not Yours- Give Back"
Cyra hearts beats uncontrollably as the voice gets louder
"STOLEN- NOT YOURS- GIVE BACK"
Cyra yells into the endless abyss but to no avail for no sound can be heard until he jumps. Confused, distraught he burst into a blood curdling scream.
"STOP YOUR YELLING THROUGH MY CLINIC"
As a unknown woman runs into the room.
"Ugh if you was gonna yell like that you better off staying dead."
"Dead? I died?"
Distraught, he started inspecting his body for his injuries to see it completely healed with minimal scarring. But the sight of his blackened hands and feet with the many intricate marks that looks as if etched into his body brings a slight sense of disgust.
"Who are you? And how long have i been out for." Trying to reorient himself and recall what happened after the fight
The lady approaches him and starts to examine every inch of Cyra's body.
"You know you ask a lot of questions for someone who left a trail of blood throughout Camden and into my clinic."
The lady stood up straight and adjusted her glasses.
"To answer your question im Velandria im the head healer in Camden and you been out for about 6 months."