Under The Divine Veil 【bxb】

CHAPTER XIII

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THIRTEEN

                           Obsidian spared no time in escaping the cell, immediately lifting himself off of the cold, stone floor of the dungeon and crossing his way to the cell door. I watched as he pressed his palm against it, the metal twisting and deforming with ease.

I couldn't say that I was surprised at his demonstration of strength. It was clear that he was not bound by mortal restraints, his ability far surpassing that of regular humans.

The metal door creaked and groaned as he pushed it over, falling to the ground with a loud thud, dust billowing around the fallen object and filling the air. He lazily stepped over it, turning around to beckon me to follow.

I followed after him, looking around to see if any patrols were in sight. Of course, there were none.

Suddenly, a small object was tossed over to me. I quickly caught it, opening my palm to reveal a tiny white pill. Master Saer's transformation pill? I looked up at Obsidian, confusion stretching across my face.

He looked at me as if I were dumb, a frown on his face. "Are you going to take it or not?"

I pursed my lips. "I can't be sure if this isn't poisonous," I said.

He sighed. "If you want your identity to be exposed so badly, then so be it, Orion," he drawled out the syllables of my real name, catching me off guard.

I was aware that he knew of my true identity, but to use my real name so openly...

I stared at the locked door of Atlas' cell, which remained tightly shut. The small window allowed me peek inside, where I saw Atlas sleeping in a corner of the room.

Good thing he didn't hear, or he would've freaked out if he knew someone else was aware of my identity... I thought, popping the pill into my mouth. It instantly melted once it touched my tongue, dissolving into a disgusting, bitter taste. I grimaced, forcing myself not to vomit.

Obsidian broke down the cell door again, this time being Atlas', instantly knocking out the poor guy before he could even react to the sound. He threw Atlas' limp body over his shoulder, his long, snowy hair slightly messed up from the movement.

"Let's go," he said, allowing no room for refusal. "I don't want to make too much of a scene."

Did you not already make one...? I pushed the thought to the back of my head, following the tall man out to the exit of the dungeon.

While we walked down the passage in silence, I tried to peer into the cells of the other prisoners. However, no matter how much I tried, there wasn't a single soul in sight.

"You won't be finding any others in here," Obsidian suddenly said.

I looked up at him in confusion. "Why?"

He kept quiet for a few more steps, before answering, "this entire section of the dungeon is reserved for those on death row. Their inevitable fate is to die," he slowly said. Glancing back at me, his eyes sharpened. "All those in here have either already died, or are waiting to die."

"And we were the only ones waiting to die," I murmured, finishing his line of thought for him.

Obsidian didn't continue the conversation, but I knew that I had guessed correctly. We were the only prisoners left to not have been executed yet.