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Palladio's actions were gentle yet filled with mockery. When the hood was pulled off, a faint beam of light pierced into Solomon's vision, causing his eyes to instantly feel a sharp pain, forcing him to tightly close his remaining eye. Palladio approached closer, his voice sounding particularly clear in the silent prison cell, with each word seemingly deliberately emphasized, aiming to deeply hurt Solomon's heart.
"Oh... poor knight," Palladio's voice carried a barely perceptible hint of sarcasm, "you clearly know that all of this is your own fault, can't blame anyone else, can you?" His words flowed slowly, like icy water in the cold winter, gradually freezing the anger in Solomon's heart and instead letting a sense of despair and powerlessness spread within him.
Solomon tried to readjust to the brightness in front of him, but he was struggling more to digest Palladio's words. Although his mind was filled with thoughts of rebuttal, under Palladio's sarcasm, those rebuttals seemed to lose their power. Solomon's body was bound, and his spirit was tightly tied as if by heavy chains, the pride and steadfastness that once existed as a guardian knight now seemed to be slowly crumbling.
Solomon's voice echoed in the small prison, filled with endless anger and helplessness. Every word he spoke seemed to carry heavy chains, attempting to break free from the spiritual constraints imposed on him by Palladio and Ruin. However, in Palladio's eyes, this anger appeared to be an outstanding drama, captivating him endlessly.
"Not... all of this is your fault, you wouldn't let me die peacefully, Ruin that guy gave me a headache to death, it's all because of you! It's all because of you! You made me lose my mind!" Solomon almost shouted, his voice filled with despair and accusation. Every word seemed to be torn from the depths of his throat, carrying uncontrollable pain and anger.
Palladio, on the other hand, was completely immersed in all of this. His eyes widened as if not wanting to miss any subtle changes in Solomon's expressions. The smile on his lips gradually widened, as if he was enjoying a performance that belonged only to him. His body leaned forward slightly, revealing a hint of madness and excitement in his expression. Seeing the once mighty guardian knight now reduced to a prisoner and collapsing in despair, Palladio felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
This mental torment is sweeter to Palladio than any material victory. In his view, Solomon's collapse is not just the climax of a drama, but the ultimate proof of his own power and desire for control.
Palladio's fingers lightly glide over the shattered scar on Solomon's left cheek, each lump of flesh telling a bloody story. Solomon's skin trembles slightly under Palladio's touch, the marks once branded by battle and magic now irrefutable evidence on his body. The lumps seem to have a life of their own, pulsating with Solomon's emotions and moving with each breath.
Palladio's voice was low and full of inducement, his fingers continued to wander in that shattered place, every touch seemed to tease the deepest fears and despair in Solomon's heart. " Solomon, ah... Have you forgotten your promise back then? We only kindly saved you with your consent." His tone carried a hint of mockery, as if reminding Solomon that his life and current state were the results of his own choices.
This psychological torment was more cruel than any physical pain, every word from Palladio felt like a sharp knife, piercing Solomon's already shattered soul. In this moment, Solomon's anger and despair intertwined, but had nowhere to vent, only able to struggle helplessly under Palladio's hand.
Solomon is torn between inner struggle and external powerlessness, his silence becoming a default response to Palladio's words. Each fragment of memory feels like a heavy hammer striking his soul. Palladio sees this and a hint of satisfaction flashes in his eyes. His smile is blinding like winter sunlight, yet devoid of warmth.
When Palladio lightly slaps Solomon's shattered left cheek, the intimate gesture tinged with insult intertwines Solomon's anger and helplessness into an indescribable emotion. Palladio's voice flows slowly, like a cold stream, leaving deep traces in Solomon's heart. "Oh... look... I was right, wasn't I?"
This sentence echoes in Solomon's heart, he wants to refute, to break free from this manipulated fate, but the harsh reality gives him a heavy blow. Palladio's laughter reverberates in this enclosed space, becoming a shadow that cannot be erased in Solomon's soul. At this moment, Solomon seems to no longer be the majestic Supreme Education guardian knight, but a pawn in the game of fate, manipulated at will by Palladio.
In the dim prison cell, Solomon is bound, with darkness as his only companion, his heart filled with confusion and struggle. At this moment, all pride and anger have been replaced by pain and helplessness. He reflects on his life, from steadfast faith to current despair, every choice replaying in his mind, searching for the turning point that led to his downfall.
Deep in his soul, Solomon calls upon his faith in Nora, his voice echoing within, filled with pleading and confusion. He questions himself, wondering if his faith is flawed, or if he has never truly understood the meaning of Nora. Is his personality too passionate, leading to a loss of calm judgment at critical moments? Or perhaps, is all of this simply the hand of fate, a test that must be endured?
Within the invisible chains, Solomon seeks solace for his soul, yearning for guidance and answers from Nora. His prayers carry a deep sense of powerlessness, as if searching for a glimmer of light in the dark ocean. Solomon's inner battlefield is far more intense and painful than the external confinement of his body.
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