Meanwhile, Darryl lay in the stone room motionless at the fiend camp as he tried to restore his energy.
He had a fairy soul and the power of Bird Ancestor, but Morticia's numerous lashes had done enough to render him half dead.
Just then, there was a sound from outside the room. He thought that Morticia had returned, so he hurriedly glanced at the door. Yet it remained shut, and no one entered the room.
It was then that Darryl realized there was another room adjacent to his. The noise had come from next door.
Darryl got up with much difficulty after realizing that and limped toward the door. He looked through the crack and was shocked by what he saw.
Morticia was in the hallway, and her expression was cold. A few Demon warriors were behind her as they dragged a bloodied figure with them.
The figure was completely drenched in red, and his face was deathly pale. His eyes were shut, and it was clear he was unconscious. His body ended at his knees; both his calves had been chopped off. He had stopped bleeding, but the exposed bones sent chills down one's spine.
It was Oliver.
'Him?'
Darryl's chest pounded upon the realization, and his mind was blank. At the same time, he was confused as well.
The man was the Black Tortoise King's son and someone of considerable status in the Demon tribe. What had happened to him for him to end up in that state?
Did he run into the fiend tribe and get fatally wounded from their attacks?
Just as Darryl pondered about that, Morticia nodded. The fiend warriors dropped Oliver and left him in the stone room with a dull hum.
"Wake him up." Morticia stood at the entrance as she spoke lightly.
Two fiend warriors fetched a bucket of cold water immediately. They walked to the entrance and emptied the bucket onto Oliver's body.
Oliver jerked into consciousness. He sputtered and shivered as he gasped for air.
He froze in shock when he saw his surroundings.
Where was he?
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