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Drakan commanded, his voice a sharp, authoritative bark. Several soldiers, their faces grim and determined, swarmed Lance, their movements swift and efficient. They bound him tightly, their hands rough and unyielding. Lance stared at the green-colored rope that constricted his limbs, a strange, unsettling sensation washing over him. Since the rope had touched his skin, he couldn't sense his mana, his aura, the very essence of his power. It was as if a wall had been erected between him and his inner strength.

They were all covered in the type of blanket I have been seeing around; old, torn and dirty. Her small bag of money is strapped around her neck looking like she wanted to die in her sleep with her money. I approach her and adjust her blanket while trying to run my hand along the bag to feel the zip. I have been no different from the men that have stolen one thing or the other from me. They were always kind before taking from me. The lock of the bag is buttons. What? I pull the blanket to give her a false sense of comfort. Then she turns and lies supine with her eyes trained on me without a blink. I do not think she is wide awake yet. I restrain myself from taking chances as I step away. Her

she moaned, getting a pained hum in response. "It is so easy to trap you" Her words confused him. And in a second it clicked, not his assumptions but the handcuffs that now shackled both of his arms, rendering them futile. His jaw ticked as he watched her smiling, not as genuinely as she usually did, but she tried. "It is a precautionary measure, to ensure you don't try anything stupid" she muttered, buttoning his shirt back, trying to explain to a man who she didn't owe an explanation to.

Turning around, they came face to face with their enemy. Aiden : who are you?? Man : oh my dear friend, you didn't recognize me… Hahaha he chuckled. Aiden : leave calista out of this. That man looked at calista from head to toe and licked his lips Man : how can I leave her when I want her besides me? After killing, you, I will take her with me. Calista starts shaking and trembling in fear. Aiden holds her in his arms tightly. Aiden : what has she ever done to you??

He circled in front of me, dangling a set of heavy iron manacles. "These should keep you from getting any more foolish ideas," he said with a cruel smile. He knelt and clamped the shackles around my ankles. The cold metal bit into my skin as he tightened them mercilessly. A length of chain connected the cuffs, allowing only the shortest of steps. "Stand up," He ordered, cutting the ropes that bound me. I struggled to my feet, legs shaking. As I stumbled, his cold gaze appraised my state, smiling sadistically.

He will throw Nasir from the boxes that are way higher than the cart he threw me off. Magnar and Gideon come forward and climb onto the boxes, everyone looks on in curiosity, wondering what is going to happen. “Nasir, come forward,” Zared calls out. Nasir doesn’t move, Callan and Brian drag him forward. Magnar and Gideon drag him up the stack and hold him still. His hans are tied on this back, the bounds are silver and he has a silver collar round his neck. He won’t heal if he falls. “Just like you didn’t because you were wolfless at the time,” Aminta murmurs, she is impressed that Zared is doing this for us. She interprets it as an act of devotion.

Quickly, she bound her mother’s wrists. Grace struggled on the ground as they spread her legs. “When I get you home, I’m gonna kill you!” she shouted at her daughter. Manuela tied her leg to one pole as Marika tied her other leg to a second pole. “You’ll be thanking us before the day’s over,” she said. She helped Marika fasten her mother’s tied wrists to a ring embedded in the ground. She heaved a sigh. “You belong to us now.” Grace struggled against the ropes. She twisted, her eyes glaring with anger as she stared up at them. “You’re crazy, Manuela, you’ve made my daughter crazy too!”

I tried to cut it with the sword, but it was stopped by more of her strings. Eventually, both of my arms were tied up— the way Rumelia wraps it, is like the time I had a bone fracture and needs to be plaster cast. I can’t move my wrist either to cut her strings. Then she hoists me up with her strings pulling on my shoulder. I felt like a puppet. Damn it, I failed. No matter how much I struggled, I can’t seem to break her strings at all. It seems Rumelia reinforced it by coating her mana.

Not only was he not standing next to the Supreme like the others, but he was also chained. Binding his arms and ankles were thick iron chains blessed by the craftsmanship of the dwarves. Mane could smell the power of the gods mixed within them as well. His Godspark, the source of his power, had been sealed, rendering him as nothing but a mortal. If he was faced with a Mortal Realmer in this state, there was no way he would have been able to put up a fight. His clothes were neat, however, suggesting that he had not been treated harshly, but his sunken cheeks and hollowed eyes expressed extreme remorse. “Uncle Jake!” Mane screamed as he dashed towards the man.

CHAPTER 78 Liana Pov The morning air outside my apartment felt heavier than usual, thick with tension I couldn’t shake. Marcus Delgado had been cornered, but cornered predators were unpredictable. I knew he could strike at any moment—and this time, he might aim for maximum chaos.