"Hmm?" Drayken's eyes narrowed as he took in the miserable condition of the people around him. They were bound in chains, their bodies covered in frost, but not dead. That was the most eerie part. The cold never killed them.
Instead, after a certain period, the chains would flare to life, burning red-hot and searing into their skin, melting the ice only to let it freeze again. It was a cycle of pain, freezing agony followed by scorching torment.
The air was filled with the harrowing sound of countless wails. A scene that could chill anyone.
But Drayken didn't linger. His gaze fixed on the icy palace in the distance, and without hesitation, he shot forward.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. A terrible premonition surged through him, quickening his breath.
His pace surged.
He entered the palace in a blur and what he saw inside froze him.
Lucy was wearing ragged clothes and was bound to chains, and there were two individuals here who were mockingly looking at her.
