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The butter knife laid peacefully beside an empty plate of crumbs and leftover toast before it was picked up and harshly thrown to the ground, making a sharp clank when it hit the marble floor. Jimin groaned loudly and heavily slumped into his seat and gripped onto his hair, feeling frustrated and helpless without the rushing energy in his nerves. His mind and body were void of the usual thumping and thrilling jolts of energy and he wasn't fond of this hollow feeling.

The young king was alone in the big dining room of his palace after having a lone breakfast as he kept distance from the others after the war. It's been two days since the great bloodshed in the field of Noland as well as the unexplainable phenomenon that occurred in the middle of the crumbled field that involved another person in particular, the one that have been unconscious since two days ago.

Even in her weak state, the council members of Inferno agreed in prisoning the General of Fern in their dungeon in shackles with occasional medical care to keep her breathing. The lost of Inferno was surprisingly not as attention-grabbing as the shocking news of the capture of Xena Adam of Fern. It amused Jimin seeing how desperate and frantic the king and queen of Fern were when they announced their victory with a concerning plead of retrieving their General back. The Ferns indeed won the war but Inferno got the upper hand when they took Xena away, leaving Fern vulnerable and anguish.

However, the war was his least of concern now when he couldn't even lift a butter knife which he had thrown away out of sheer frustration. The feeling of powerless got Jimin all cranked up and grumpy, causing him to slowly lose control over his responsibilities and duties. The young king somewhat grew an obsession with his Psychotelesis power and now that it somehow left his body made he feel like he's having an addiction meltdown.

Namjoon had volunteered to take this matter into his hands and went back to the deserted field of Noland for his research but Jimin was getting impatient at the blond's lack of response and answer. Namjoon did conclude that whatever is happening to Jimin is happening to their prisoner of war as well so however the Ferns bride or beg, the young king wouldn't release her until they solve this mystery. But let's be honest here, Jimin wasn't even planning to return her back to Fern. She's a hulk for god's sake, of course they'll keep her.

Speaking of which, Jimin hasn't pay his prisoner a visit since the war. The young king let out a sigh, he stood up and clipped his cape on before leaving the dining hall to go to the dungeon where the great General was sleeping. When he made a turn down the hallway, a red haired man appeared from one of the room in his leisure attire of slacks and shirt. The red haired man greeted his cousin with a small fist bump to his shoulder and joined him on his walk down the palace.

"You're visiting the General? Same goes to me", Taehyung shrugged when he practically talked to himself seeing how Jimin was still grumpy. He did notice how Jimin have been trying to lift the lightest things like pens and utensils but ended up with nothing other than a groan and sigh. "If she had something to do with this whole missing power shit, I'm gonna crack her skull", Jimin growled with gritted teeth and clenched fists as he sped walk down the chamber that leads to the underground of the palace which is also where Namjoon's lab is.

"Doubt that though. She have been unconscious since the war", Taehyung shrugged again as he trotted down the stairs behind his cousin. Soon, they reached the hidden chamber in the underground where notorious prisoners were kept and left to rot til death. The heavy metal door clicked open by guards when the royalties arrived and they entered the dungeon. Taehyung's oozing beauty silenced the rows of cell as they strolled down the four tiered dungeon with rusting bars and dark cells.

At the end of one of the tier had a metal door with a small window gap to look through unlike the other bar doors. A guard came and bowed at the royalties before unlocking the door, seemingly unafraid of the prisoner maybe because she was still unconscious. The cell was a little bigger than the others but was still dark and dusty. The guard lit up the cell with a fire torch before leaving the men alone.