Chapter 115. Free everyone
Sylo looked at Leo, her poisoned cinquedea spilling venom that crackled on the stone ground, her eyes blazing with only one purpose: to kill the Ruler. Leo stood holding the Blood Dragger, its red blade burning eagerly, his red eyes tranquil but slightly irritated.
Vivien and Lysa stayed close to Leo, their small bodies trembling, not knowing a deadly fight was about to start.
Suddenly, Erin’s violet eyes flashed, and she raised a hand, drawing a glowing symbol in the air. Space mana crackled, a shimmering wave spreading through the hallway like heat. "Enough poustering," she said, voice cold and in charge.
Before anyone could move, the space around him twisted. The hallway vanished in a dizzying flash, and they reappeared in a huge, arena-like room on the third floor. The stone floor was marked with burns and old blood, its edges lined with rusty chains and sharp spikes sticking out of the walls.
Seventy prisoners from the fourth floor appeared around the arena’s edges, their faces showing confusion, fear, and faint suprise.
Some gripped rusty railings, knuckles white, eyes flicking between Leo and Sylo. Others leaned against walls, too weak to stand.
Erin perched on a high, throne-like chair on a raised platform, her silver locks glinting like a beacon, her violet eyes glinting with amusement and authority. She leaned forward, commanding the room like an untouchable queen watching a deadly game.
Vivien and Lysa stood beside her, moved in the shift, their eyes wide with confusion and fear. Lysa held Vivien’s arm, her voice a scared whisper. "Where... are we?" Vivien’s red eyes searched for Leo, looking for comfort, but the arena’s heavy silence swallowed her voice.
Erin’s voice thundered, distinct and loud, calling out to the prisoners. "Look at your hero, Leonhardt! He’ll defeat this woman who’s in charge here and free you all from your chains!"