The Sin Of Loving Too Much

Chapter Two My Descent Into Hell Part 1

The Xianzhou Luofu wasn't going to be merciful with me, not after everything that happened here. Even more so with the anger ■■■■ (Jingliu) showed me.

As soon as she could get someone to open the portal in the Scalegorge Waterscape, she dragged me to the entrance of the Shackling Prison portal. She kept her blade on me the whole trip, never leaving my throat in case she had to defend herself.

There are many portals located around the Luofu that can send you into the prison. They are on a rotation every one hundred years, all to make it harder for others to break into, or break out of. There has never been a case of anyone breaking in or out of it though. Once a portal's rotation is done, it's closed and that portal will be moved to a different location to be used again when it is time.

"Take one last look of the outside world ■■■■ (Yingxing), it's the last time you'll ever get to see it." ■■■■ (Jingliu) said seethingly as she dragged me inside the portal. "......" I never responded to her, I knew what was install for me.

I went against the Xianzhou alliance and used the power of Abundance, the very power they were trying to eradicate from the galaxy. The Shackling Prison was where they sent the prisoners that they wanted to hide away from the rest of the world, but it's also where they torture and experiment on anyone they seem fit. ■■■■ (Jingliu) has sent many beings here herself, I am just another one for her collection.

We came out of the portal into a massive, dark cavern. There were pillars that lined the entrance on each side of the room where the portal was located. Some were destroyed by time, others were fully intact. Water was dripping from the ceiling creating a sort of wet atmosphere that allowed small plant growth around the room.

At the end of the giant room, there was an extremely large door made of what looked to be stone. It had large markings all around the door, some even had a faint yellow glow whereas others did not. It also had a massive stone mask on the door that gave it an opposing appearance that screamed at you to run.

Two wardens appeared by my side to escort me into the prison with ■■■■ (Jingliu). They had a sleek, mysterious, and battle-ready appearance. They both wielded a large, curved blade, suggesting to others that they were a formidable opponent if crossed. Their armor was stylised, featuring a mix of dark and blue tones, with accents of white and metallic details. The mask they both wore covered their entire face, with a pattern that adds an enigmatic quality. They appeared to have an athletic, agile build, with armor that was both functional and decorative, emphasizing mobility while providing protection if they needed to fight any prisoners.

But the Wardens didn't matter. I had no intention of resisting and thus, they didn't need to accompany her.

■■■■ (Jingliu) started walking and I followed with the Wardens on each side of me. I'd never entered the Shackling prison until today. First impression is that it's cold and dark. Not dark as in void of light, but dark in the sense it was built this way to make you tense, put you on edge. All around the walls were etched in symbols that were faintly glowing, but they pulsed ever so slightly. These glyphs make the space feel alive, as if someone is always watching.

It didn't take many steps till we arrived at the giant door that separated the inside from the out. We didn't have to wait because right down the middle the door began to open to reveal the inside of my new home.

The inside was even darker than the previous room. More symbols lined the walls and some even floated in the very air around the massive room I was being escorted into, but massive is an understatement. You couldn't even see the ceiling. Maybe it was designed this way to make the prisoners feel insignificant. Even the lights overhead are too far away to offer any real warmth or comfort. Their glow was artificial, harsh, and devoid of life. There were even Crain drones flying about, possibly watching every movement.