Vesryn Pulse: Wrath of Xenon

CHAPTER 100: THE ALPHA, DELTA, AND OMEGA

CHAPTER 100: THE ALPHA, DELTA, AND OMEGA

XENON WINGATE

10 DAYS AGO

I rest my back on the walls of the rocky cave full of magic crystals, trying to catch my breath. The lamps on the side gave shadow to my body and keep the darkness away. Being worked to the bone for twelve hours straight has certainly strained my body, and I feel that my muscles are overheating. I gasped on the little oxygen we had on this underground mine, trying to recover all the strength that I have lost.

How long has it been? Four? Five months? Surviving that long in this prison island, working as a slave to mine with nothing in return, and only barely eating small food rations, this is quite my achievement.

“Here. Drink this.” A muscular man who coated himself with ragged clothing gave a bottle of water to me. This kind man in front of me is a dragonoid which has lifeless crimson eyes, maybe as lifeless as me. Even though he’s been here for almost a year, I can see that he is still taking care of himself well.

“Thanks, Lothar,” I muttered. Then I gulped all the water he gave me in one go. The water may be a little muddy, but this is the best quality of water we can get here. Mostly, we would often resort to drinking our own piss, or worse, we drink the piss of each other.

“Xenon…” Lothar talked to me with his worried look. “Why won’t you break out, right here and right now? Your body is decaying. You barely have one month to live. You can attain freedom with your current powers.”

I raised my wrist which was covered by some sort of rusty armbands. “I can’t. We prisoners are equipped with Anti-magic Bracers, remember? As long as we have this armband, we can’t use any magic.”

“Yes, but you have a way to do it,” Lothar said.

I was about to speak but then, four prison guards entered the scene. These merciless humans are experts in tormenting prisoners in this place, and I have tasted their fierceness two times already. They are looking at me with their cold glare, which means they are up to my third time. I stood up and welcomed them with a nod.

“Gwah!”

Suddenly, one of the prison guards made an uppercut to my stomach. I felt that my broken rib almost stabbed my intestine, and my stomach acids overflowed on my esophagus.

“Prisoner 626. Come with us.” The two other prison guards pinned my hands on my back, while the others pushed me as they forced me to walk where they want to.

If I ever slowed down on walking, they would kick my spine or whip my legs, so I obediently followed them. I’ve learned that in this prison, being obedient is the key to survive. I have to eat my pride and act like a dog so that they would not treat me as harsh as the other prisoners who always resist.

They lead me out of the mine and we approached the penitentiary building. We walked past through torture cells and solitary rooms, so it was a surprise for me that these guards are not here to torment me. I have known the blueprint of this prison island, and judging from the ways we have walked past, we are certainly going to the warden’s office.

The warden’s office consists of two parts: the first part is a regular office where the warden is situated, and the second part is more of like a telephone booth that is used for prisoner guests. The room itself is divided by the bulletproof glass in order to keep the warden safe. There are radios and cameras on the prisoner area of this room, which means that the warden can freely converse with us and know what we are doing.

“Welcome, Prisoner 626.” The fat warden of the prison island welcomed me while eating his jumbo burger. Soda sprinkles out from his mouth whenever he talked. It’s been months since I last saw fast food, and it makes me hungry.