It had been three whole years since then. Cyrus had nothing but loneliness to talk to. The Prison of Darkness was the ultimate torture for anyone. No matter how mentally and physically powerful someone was, it was still a living hell for them.
Even a veteran like Cyrus was at his wits' end.
The despair of eternal imprisonment was driving him mad. Over the last three years, he'd go into solitary training for three months before waking up, but he would never disturb Levi.
However, he couldn't do it this time. The torture was driving him mad. He did his best, so now he wanted to wake Levi up and see if he could break them out of the prison.
I want to break free!
But no matter how much Cyrus tried, Levi still wouldn't wake up from his solitary training.
“Are you done? Hello, are you still going to keep doing this? How much longer do you need? Please don't tell me you need three more
years...
Levi didn't answer. After that punch he made in the first year, Levi spent the rest of his time in solitary training and nothing else.
Cyrus was finally getting scared since Levi's presence became weaker and weaker after he went into solitary training. Now, if Cyrus didn't know better, he would have thought that Levi was dead.
Of course, he was terrified. If it were anyone else, they'd get stronger every time they went into solitary training, but Levi was the opposite.
Cyrus was a skilled fighter, so he knew Levi wasn't hiding his presence. He was just... gone, like a monk who achieved nirvana and left his physical body behind.
He'd hold out for some hope if Levi got stronger over the course of his training, but what Cyrus felt was robbing him of that sliver of hope.
Can we even get out of here at this rate?
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