Lookout Fortress, lord's estate, magic prison.
The man in the cage still maintained a dazed, idiotic posture. Drool ran from the corner of his mouth, yet he remained unaware of it. Half-slumped in the corner, he lay beneath bright magic candles that made his eyes ache. His vertical pupils kept contracting until he could only squint.
Here, time seemed to have lost all meaning.
Light covered everything. Even a sliver of shadow was a luxury.
Elliot shifted his posture and curled up even tighter.
Suddenly, as if he had realized something, he raised his head.
Outside the icy cage, a blurry male figure had appeared at some point.
He looked at Elliot, whose expression remained vacant.
"Brain damage?" the man muttered. "Never thought such good material would be ruined like this."
Elliot stared straight at him. Under the effects of the fear rune, he had indeed lost most of his ability to judge.
But at that moment, a powerful instinct urged him to react.
He quickly crawled to the edge of the cage, gripped the bars, and looked at the man with desperate longing.
The man chuckled softly, seeming somewhat pleasantly surprised.
"Even half an idiot can still recognize me? A Bloodline Ranger's foundation really is solid."
"What a pity..."
As he muttered to himself, he surveyed his surroundings. Yet his body was shaking violently the entire time, so violently that even "blurry" could not describe his form.
If Xu Nan had been here, he would definitely have noticed something strange—he was clearly standing there, yet seemed not to exist at all.
In fact, only in this state could he briefly appear within Evelyn's magic prison without being detected by the powerful figures of Icewind Territory.
He was one of the Shadow Realm Nine Colors, the legendary rogue, Green Light!