Chapter 897: The Real One
A young but sickly-looking Blue Gold Tree lay down on a carriage. Though the shackles that had bound him had been removed some time ago, he still hadn't fully adjusted, perhaps because he had been confined for too long. His sea of consciousness had long since been shattered, and because of that, his thoughts were extremely disjointed.
He had lived in that dark, sunless place for many years, and his blood had been periodically extracted. Only during those times had they provided him with some nourishment. He had no idea how much time had passed. He couldn't even remember the reason he had left his homeland in the first place.
At some point, for reasons unknown to him, he was finally released. When he saw sunlight for the first time, his eyes nearly went blind. It took him three agonizing days to adjust. Only when they started feeding him again did his body begin to recover, and his dwindling life force gradually stabilized.
As the journey continued, his body slowly healed, and at least he no longer felt like he was on the brink of death. But where were these people taking him? He didn't know. Though his sea of consciousness had been shattered, he was nevertheless a Blue Gold Tree, and their recovery ability was practically unmatched on the continent. Over the past few days, he had gradually regained some of his strength. Everything except his sea of consciousness was on the path to recovery.
But did any of this really matter to him? He had long since accepted his fate. He no longer had any hope or dreams. He had forgotten what the purpose of his life was; he felt empty, soulless, with nothing left to live for.
Having his sea of consciousness shattered wasn't so bad—it meant he no longer had to think all the time, and that brought some relief. When you're no longer forced to be conscious all the time, torture becomes a lot easier to endure.
Suddenly, silver light flickered, and a figure appeared silently in the carriage. His arrival didn't even cause the carriage's weight to shift.
The dazed young Blue Gold Tree turned his vacant gaze toward the unexpected figure, not making a sound. In fact, even if he had, it wouldn't have mattered; inside the carriage, a silver barrier had already enveloped them, not allowing even the slightest bit of aura or sound to leak through.
"What's your name?" A pleasant voice rang out—not in the air but in his mind.