Cold...
So cold...
A pair of icy golden eyes slowly opened.
The cold, rough floor came into view.
Cold, heavy chains bound his hands and feet.
A heavy iron collar encircled his neck as well.
A foul presence permeated the air, along with a strong smell of mold.
Moonlight spilled through the tiny window, casting a faint, cold glow.
Cold hues dominated this place. If anything held a hint of warmth, it was this young man's eyes.
Golden eyes should have been warm, yet now they held nothing but coldness, colder than the walls, the moonlight, or the chains.
"Golden Roc, time to get up and work."
A sinister smile appeared on the face of a hostile-looking man in a black coat.
The cell door opened, and a monster entered with a key to unlock the shackles on Golden Roc's hands and feet.
Golden Roc stared at the man in black with his icy eyes, then walked toward him like a machine.
"If you kill enough tonight, I'll give you a reward."
The man in black stroked Golden Roc's cheek affectionately, his eyes brimming with greed.
He had never imagined that a boy he had captured by chance would turn out to be a born fighting machine, one whose extraordinary strength had won him countless victories.
Even so, this Demon God in black had never fully trusted Golden Roc.
Whenever Golden Roc finished a mission, he locked him back in this freezing prison.
When he needed him, he could simply let him out again.
Golden Roc neither complained nor made a fuss, and he did not even need feeding. Letting him devour his enemies' "sweet dreams" in battle was enough.
If he had another couple of fighters as powerful and easy to control as Golden Roc, one of the seven