Reality

(Adam the mage’s POV)

“I didn’t move o~n, huh” (Adam)

I thought I have ended up in afterlife, but it didn’t turn out that way. My hands and feet are bounded. I tried moving them to undo the restraint, but they are really tight. My limbs felt numb and weaken due to the tightness of the restrain. Did they just use Hem weed rope? Those are mana absorber and muscle relaxant restraint that usually used to subdue large fierce creatures that can invoke magical phenomena. I touched the rope a little with my fingers, and the lethargic effect on me seems to reduce a little.

I saw a pair of eyes watching here.

“What is the meaning of this? Release me!” (Adam, shouting to the guards)

“Hey, he’s awake! Tell the King” (Prison guard)

I realized that I’m in a prison room, with no light and only a small sliding shutter that opens from the outside. A pair of eyes full of contempt peer inside the prison. It gives me the creeps. The palace people have never act in such manner towards me, a respectable mage that can qualify to enter the hero’s party.

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Next moment, the prison door, which looks like five-inches thick iron slab swings open, and two big burly men with arms as thick as a thigh came in and grab my arms, and slam me to the wall. Another prison guard then come in and gives me a solid sucker punch aiming at my solar plexus. I tried shifting my chest to avoid a critical hit, but the two guards hold me up real tight, moving me back to position and I got hit real hard, making me almost faint. I can feel my stomach acid rise to my throat and it gives a horrible feeling.

“You are going to get it now, hehe. At last, I get a piece of you. Bring him out.” (Prison guard leader)

I don’t know who is this guy, but apparently he has a grudge on me. I was dragged out of the room with my feet dangling. The journey took quite some time, and I was brought to the throne chamber. The two prison guards went off, and four royal guards place their pike pole over on my shoulders and push my already weakened body to the ground in a crouching position. I can see the hero’s party assembled there, with the generals that usually accompany us, but I can see very few forward generals left. Only those generals that usually sit back in safe location have their usual numbers, and they now outnumber the forward generals that go to the battlefields. I can see blood splatter at one corner of the room, and several bodies of people in their uniform are lying there in terrible state, some have holes all over, and some lose their head, etc. I recognize the forward general that worked with me among them. A dreadful premonition falls upon me. I frantically rake my brain to overcome this situation.