Chapter 63: Formidable
The guardhouse echoed with laughter and humor, tinged with a bit of sympathy for Catel after his failed attempt to break the guard’s arm.
Daylan joined in the laughter as he watched the guards drag Catel out of his cell.
Catel’s attempt to do as Daylan had was enough to show him that his ability was working quite well.
Though not perfect, it was exactly what he needed—and he believed it might even do far greater things with time and evolution.
He didn’t have any goal left, but having enough time to deal with why he was still imprisoned—and getting out that night to find victims to take the fall for the Fools—was his main priority.
Daylan spent the rest of his day training. By now, his bones and muscles had fully recovered, and he could handle even more torture and burnout than he used to before the incident with his mother.
Throughout the week, his relentless workouts—especially his shadowboxing, marked by heavy panting and the swift, sharp sounds of his jabs—had been bothering not just the guards but the prisoners as well.
Yet he kept going. They had no choice but to endure the unique form of torture he put them through.
The day passed before he knew it, most of it spent training and napping. Meanwhile, Catel was released on bail, as they believed that with his hands broken, he was no longer capable of assaulting children.
As night fell, Daylan began to feel uneasy. Countless questions flooded his mind as he second-guessed his ability and wondered if there would even be any wealthy victims.
Still, as he paced back and forth in his cell, he tried to reassure himself that everything would be fine.