Moist, clammy air seeped into Sig's nostrils. In a daze, Sig felt as though he had been unconscious for a very long time.
When he opened his eyes, Sig found that his entire body had been shackled to the iron cross in the prison. The so-called "prison" was merely an iron cage, with high steps in front of him and... at the end of those steps, the Prison Demon sitting in a massive chair!
"What did you do?" Sig demanded when he saw this.
"Ke ke ke, boy, did you lose your memory? You were the one who begged me for power!" the Prison Demon cackled.
At those words, Sig's face filled with recollection—before that? Right! It was that spring-wheel monster!
Indeed, Sig had been the one to lose control...
After all, losing control of a Devil Fruit ability was different from losing control through the Paths of the Divine in the original work. It was not irreversible.
"What about now?" Sig had no memory of what happened after he lost control. Seeing himself in this state, his heart sank.
"Now? Do you feel like you can't move at all?" The Prison Demon maintained Commander Ikari's pose.
Sig:...
Could I have completely lost control?
Just as Sig was growing tense, the Prison Demon seemed to realize something. It muttered a curse under its breath, then said, "All right! You can get lost!"
Sig:???
The next moment, Sig's consciousness blurred again.
At the same time, inside the "prison," Sig's figure vanished. The cage and restraints outside disappeared as well, and the Prison Demon's body twitched.
"Damn it! This guy's body is just too weak..." The Prison Demon's body trembled faintly.
That was right—the Prison Demon was also unable to move because of Sig's injuries. Everything just now had been an illusion.