The metal walls gleamed with a frosty hue beneath the cold white lights, while the shadows of the railings cut across the floor like blades.
Six square, twenty-square-meter cells lined both sides of the corridor.
Other than the occasional sound of heavy breathing, there was no movement at all.
Inside one of the cells,
Dagon, the Deep Sea King, had reverted to his shriveled form. Wearing crimson shackles on his wrists and ankles, he sat alone in a corner with his head lowered, saying nothing.
Of course, he had tried to break free from his Binding, but whenever he used even a little too much strength,
the chains would ignite with blazing heat, bringing unbearable pain.
Under that agony, he could not control the muscles throughout his body at all. He could only ease it through frantic howls.
Only once the shackles sensed that he was no longer resisting would they slowly return to normal.
After experiencing it twice, Dagon no longer dared to act rashly and completely gave up on escaping.
Yet even now, he did not understand why he had been defeated by another "Deep Sea King" only to be handed over to these humans.
The key was that they had simply thrown him in here and ignored him.
Shouldn't someone have come to explain what was going on?
Fortunately, they delivered one tasty meal every day.
[Click!]
Just then, the sound of a door opening rang out. Dagon looked up in confusion. It wasn't mealtime yet.
He then saw two human soldiers in strange uniforms escorting someone toward the cell across from him, one in front and one behind. The figure appeared to be about as tall as Dagon was now.
However, the fellow had brown skin, blue energy flowing over his body, and was completely exposed.