I'd rather die

A brief trip to a not-so-distant past...

Hours ago, the same time as when the individual Agatha termed as a human swine executed Eithan Meyer's first commands, someone from a hidden fortress in the part of the barren dessert nearest to C Empire reacted, feeling the subtle connection between him and the most trusted person who betrayed him being shaken a bit.

It was not the feeling of his mental energy lingering to that person's body and mind being broken through. Different from it, to put into words, it was a very-hard-to-explain connection between a host and his main non-host supporter, the ordinary human a system's blessed person had subconsciously designated as his pillar of support in his initial days of being a host.

The place was in a dark, dungeon-like prison cell. Only a kid was inside of it.

Dirty. Chained. Full of all sorts of bruises, wounds, scars. Some of the injuries looked fresh and recently inflicted. The scent of burn and blood even lingered in the air, heavily.

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