Chapter 128  

[ALPHA EVANDER’s Point of View]

I felt like I was going to collapse at any moment.

The silver chain that they used to bind me was not an ordinary one that could only burn the skin. This one had the effect of draining power and strength from anyone that has contact with it. I didn’t know such a weapon existed, but knowing that it was from Randalf, I shouldn’t feel surprised at all. He had been smuggling and breaking so many rules that I would even think he was also possessing guns with silver bullets that had been banned inside the realm for almost a century.

It was drizzling, and the cold rain felt soothing on the skin. Goddess help me, the foul smell from the prison pit that was stuck on my skin dulled my nose—it confused me to a distinct smell as the prison guard dragged me again outside to a tent. It was larger than Irina’s tent, though, and was surrounded by guards wearing brown linen, all barefooted.

The rogues—it was as if modernization from other societies never reached them—or