Chapter 65: The One-Inch Answer.
Chapter 65: The One-Inch Answer.
When Oliver opened his eyes, he was no longer in the room full of slaves.
He was once again in the Night Trial.
The familiar red skull bobbled in the sky above him like an inverted sun, its hollow sockets glowing with wicked amusement.
The usual eerie silence of the bloody ethereal space was quickly shattered by its voice.
><“Well, well, look who finally decided to wake up,” it crackled. “You, my boy, just broke some bones, bruised their pride, and beautifully beat those Centaurs like a bard beating a drum at a drunken festival. That was art.”
Oliver remained seated.
He didn’t respond, didn’t even glance up. The sense of victory the skull spoke of... it didn’t exist within him. His breath came slowly, evenly. He was processing, not just physically but morally.
The truth was that Oliver did not believe the slaves to be his enemies. As far as he was concerned, his enemy was the Somara empire.
He had lived his previous life seeing how the slaves were stepped on and suffered terribly. Even now, those images were fresh as blood stains in his mind.
He really did not want to add to their suffering.
Truthfully speaking, there was no one. Absolutely no one that understood the struggles of the slaves more than him. Whether struggles they were facing now or more to come.