Novel Full Chapter 1637 Chains
Chapter 1637 Chains
A man clad in a dark grey trench coat trudged through a barely lit hallway.
‘Another day of this…’
Thomas felt exhausted and worn down. Though if he were being honest, not a single day had passed where he didn’t feel as though he was living in hell.
He frowned. If this was hell, then he definitely wasn’t a sinner being punished, but the executioner.
He reached the end of the hallway and took a deep breath.
‘Here goes.’
He stepped forward as the door slid open. The room was vast, filled with dozens of singular beds arranged in rows and columns.
Lying on each bed were men and women of varying races, with a round device strapped to their heads, connected to long tubes stretching outward.
Each of them looked sickly and pale, as though the life had somehow been drained out of them.
There was an ominous atmosphere in the room, one that always seemed to send an uncomfortable chill through Thomas’ body.
Swallowing, he slowly approached the center of the room, where a lightly glowing purple liquid was dripping into a small container. One could see that every tube emerging from the sickly people’s heads converged into that single line.
‘It’s slowed down.’
Thomas sighed. This month’s batch of Solvath’s essence was noticeably less than the last. Though he couldn’t blame any of them. After years upon years of being drained dry, it was only natural.
‘What do I do?’
He glanced at them. Should he report the drop in production, the High Judicator would most likely replace this entire set with new fragment bearers. It was the last thing Thomas wanted to witness.
‘How the hell did I end up here?’
Sighing, he lowered himself onto his seat. He had once been a highly revered and respected Inscriber, sought after by many of the major factions. Unfortunately he had stupidly refused to join any of them and insisted on remaining independent.
‘I was really fucking stupid.’
If he had secured strong backing back then, the Willguard would never have been able to kidnap him.
‘Guardians of justice my ass. Just a bunch of two-faced bastards.’
Shaking his head, he let out a long breath.
‘I need to escape.’
He had spent the past decade mapping out the entire layout of this place and memorizing every guard shift to piece together a plan. Thomas had gone over that plan in his head countless times, yet he had never actually put it into motion.
“I have to do it now!”
Clenching his fists, he rose to his feet, staring at the door with an intense gaze. He wanted to move, wanted to burst through that door and run as fast as his legs could carry him, but his body refused to cooperate.
‘Shit!’
Releasing a frustrated sigh, he slumped back down into his seat.
“You’re a fucking coward, Thomas…”
As he was about to rest his head, the door suddenly slid open. He raised his head. A man clad in a golden robe entered along with a small figure dangling over his shoulder.
‘Another one.’
Thomas sighed and rose to his feet.
“You guys never stop to take a breath, huh?”
The Judicator gave him a hard gaze as he set the figure down. Thomas’ eyes flickered toward it and widened. She was just a child!
“The High Judicator expects a lot from her. She has ten.”
The Judicator said in a monotone voice as he turned and left the room. Thomas was left staring at the young girl with his mouth hanging open.
Ten? Had he really just heard ten?
‘She looks scarcely six!’
How on earth had she acquired ten fragments?
Thomas suddenly froze. Was he… was he supposed to use her as well?
He glanced at the others lying sickly in the beds and gulped. Here?
As the girl stirred awake, Thomas turned his widened eyes toward her.
She gently rubbed her eyes, frowning and puffing her chubby cheeks to one side. Blinking, she fixed her gaze on Thomas’ frozen figure.
“D-dada?”
“….”
…
The clacking sound of metal grated against Atticus’ ears. He could barely feel the metal shackles binding his wrists and feet, or the intense fatigue the other prisoners bound ahead of and behind him were suffering.
But something about this situation simply irritated him.
“What the hell are you doing! Pick up the pace!”
The sound of a snapping whip echoed across the street. One of the Willguard soldiers was staring at them with an furious gaze. It was only when the procession started to move faster that he finally turned away.
All around him, Atticus could see people of varying races pointing at them. Some had smiles on their faces, while many others gazed with open disgust.
It had been a while since Atticus had seen anyone look at him with such a gaze. Then again, he had never looked this terrible before. To the onlookers, his flawless skin was gone, replaced by one marred with numerous scars. A bushy beard swallowed most of his face, and his tall height had vanished. He was now barely five feet nine.
Atticus sharply raised his arm as a stone came hurtling toward him. He managed to stop it from hitting his face. However, the sudden movement dragged the chain binding the prisoners ahead of him, causing some of them to tumble and shout curses.
“What the hell are you doing!”
A whip flashed toward Atticus, but he caught it before it could reach him. Atticus’ gaze was cold as he stared at the Willguard.
The Willguard’s eyes widened, and he tried to yank the whip back, but it wouldn’t budge an inch. Atticus suddenly released his grip, causing the Willguard to stagger backward.
“You…!”
The Willguard’s face flushed red with anger. His body had just begun to radiate a golden light when a sharp voice rang out from the front.
“Stop wasting time! Keep it moving.”
The Willguard gritted his teeth.
“I’ll make you pay for that. I promise you.”
Throwing him one final glare, the Willguard turned sharply and walked away.
“For a second there, I thought you were going to kill him.”
Atticus glanced back and saw a hefty man with dirt-blonde hair smiling at him.
‘I still can’t see through it.’
If not for the elements, there was no way for Atticus to tell that the man was actually Azeron, an elder of the Evoli.
Aspects were truly fearsome things.
“I almost did,” Atticus said.
“I understand your anger, but remember this is necessary.”
“…yeah.”
Though he was well aware of this, the very thought of hiding his power and lying low irked him.
He focused ahead, as they approached a massive square where a large portal stood in the middle. The area was swarming with Willguards clad in golden armor, standing at attention. Their eyes were fierce and alert, arms gripping their weapons.
As they reached the checkpoint, the Willguard leading them spoke to the ones manning the gate, and Atticus narrowed his eyes, hoping they wouldn’t be found out.
Moments later, they nodded and the portal lit up with a golden glow. They were ushered in the next moment, and the light swallowed him whole.
Atticus opened his eyes to a spectacular sight.
They stood in the middle of a massive floating island. All around him were other floating islands, some larger than the last. Above them shone a blinding light whose rays washed over the entire domain in a golden shimmer.
Atticus exhaled. ‘The Willguard’s world.’