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Solomon's consciousness floated in the darkness, feeling as if he were sinking into an endless abyss. His mind was in chaos, and the heavy oppression felt like someone had poured a bucket of cement into his head, making it difficult to think. He felt his limbs tightly bound, and every struggle only seemed to tighten the bindings further.
In this endless darkness, Solomon struggled to open his eyes, but only his right eye could sense a narrow space. Before him was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything. His intuition told him that his head was covered by a hood, and the complete deprivation of sight filled him with unprecedented panic.
The air was filled with a damp and musty smell. This was not the familiar military camp. Where was he? Who had imprisoned him? Despite the confusion in his mind, Solomon struggled to recall his memories. He remembered the confrontation with Ruin, the powerful force, and boundless anger, but everything after that was a blank.
Solomon tried to move his body, only to find that he was not just bound by ropes, but also by an invisible oppressive force, making even the most basic movements extremely difficult. His breathing became rapid, his heart raced, and the feeling of helplessness and despair filled him with panic.
At that moment, a faint sound suddenly reached his ears. Was it the sound of footsteps or something else? Solomon strained to focus his hearing, hoping to find a glimmer of life in the darkness and silence.
Solomon struggled in the darkness, every movement accompanied by the sharp clinking of iron chains, a sound that seemed particularly harsh in the quiet space. His body seemed to be fixed on a thick wooden pole, and whenever he tried to twist his body, the cold shackles bound him tightly, preventing him from moving freely.
Solomon felt a surge of despair in his heart as he tried to evoke magical energy from within, attempting to use his expertise in magic to break through the current predicament. However, as he tried to gather magical energy, he was shocked to find that his magic was continuously suppressed, as if encountering an invisible wall. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through that barrier.
It was clear that an Anti-magic barrier had been cast here. This advanced magical barrier effectively blocked magical energy, rendering any attempt to use magic futile. Solomon felt that his magical channels seemed completely blocked, unable to produce even the slightest magical ripple. For a magic user who relied on magic, this was undoubtedly the biggest blow.
Solomon's mood was extremely heavy, his body tightly bound, his magic sealed, surrounded by darkness with no sign of light. In this desperate situation, he could only maintain his sanity through sheer willpower. Deep down, he knew he had to find a way to escape this dark prison, or face eternal darkness.
In the dim and obscure confinement, Solomon's condition grew more dire. The cold touch of iron chains and the oppressive Anti-magic barrier were not his greatest pain. What truly tormented him was the persistent and profound pain in his mind. This pain had not ceased since the intense battle with Ruin, as if some invisible force was rampaging in his mind, leaving him restless.
The pain made it difficult for Solomon to concentrate. His mind was filled with a piercing drilling sensation, as if countless needles were repeatedly puncturing his brain. With each heartbeat, the pain intensified, seemingly synchronized with his own pulse, each throb a torment. Under the dual torment of darkness and pain, Solomon had to let out a painful howl, a sound that echoed in the enclosed space, sounding unusually desolate.
Solomon tried to find a way to relieve the pain, but under the suppression of the Anti-magic barrier, he couldn't even mobilize a trace of weak magic. The pain seemed like a constantly spreading virus, spreading from his brain to his entire body, making even the most basic movement extremely difficult. After the battle, this pain seemed to have become an inseparable part of his life, constantly reminding him of the consequences of that battle.
In a dim space, Solomon felt a slight movement, the sound of the curtain being lifted, letting in a glimmer of light and the sounds of the outside world. A glimmer of hope surged in his heart, and he urgently raised his head, using all his strength to shout, "Who's there? Where are we?" His voice echoed in the empty space, filled with powerlessness and despair.
At that moment, a familiar and infuriating voice came through, it was Palladio. His tone was casual, almost teasing, as he said, "Solomon, relax... we're still on the front lines." This statement ignited an inexplicable anger in Solomon's heart, bringing with it a sense of chaos. Palladio's appearance meant that he was still under the control of the human federal, and this feeling of being bound left Solomon feeling incredibly angry and powerless.
Solomon tried to identify the environment around him, but the visor of the headgear prevented him from seeing the outside world clearly. He could only rely on sound and faint light to determine his position. Palladio's voice seemed to come from a certain distance, revealing a hint of indifference, which made Solomon feel extremely frustrated and humiliated. He knew that his current situation was very unfavorable, but even so, the anger and unwillingness in his heart made him unable to give in.
Solomon was full of doubts and confusion. He didn't understand why he had ended up in this situation, nor did he understand why Palladio was here. He felt completely lost about his future. However, even in despair, Solomon was unwilling to give up any chance of resistance. His only thought was to find an opportunity to escape and regain his freedom.
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