Chapter 86: In The Barrack’s
As the prisoners marched in line, chains clinking with every step, Daemon silently studied the island. Soldiers stood at every corner watchtowers, fences laced with magic, even flying familiars in the sky. Escaping from here meant choosing death.
Not that I haven't died before, he thought grimly.
"Aaah!" A sudden scream broke through the quiet.
"Captain!" a soldier called out, dragging a prisoner by the collar. "This bastard tried to run. I caught him trying to scale the dock fence."
Captain Timothy stepped forward, eyes cold. "Trying to escape already?" He clicked his tongue. "Tsk. Good. You'll make a perfect example for the newcomers."
"Please—please forgive me!" the man cried, dropping to his knees.
Timothy didn't even hesitate. He grabbed the man by the hair, raised his left hand, and seared a spell into the prisoner's chest. Flames burst through flesh as the man howled in agony, his screams echoing across the dock.
The rest of the prisoners froze. Some looked away. Some turned pale. Others hardened criminals, maybe,didn't flinch at all.
Daemon,was focused analyzing Timothy's mana flow and control. Judging by the intensity of that fire spell and his fluid casting, he was likely a seventh-circle mage.
Just like aura users have thirteen stages, mages have thirteen circles, Daemon thought. This guy's no pushover.
Timothy looked up, a smirk creeping across his scarred face as he scanned the crowd. "That's just a taste. Disobey, and you'll wish death came quicker. We've got a chamber built for pain. Trust me—you don't want to see it."