Alion had helped Cylix and Novius escape from the Palace of the Nether Blood Clan with Karyk's sister.
Unfortunately, to cause a distraction to help others escape, he was caught by the Nether Blood Clan's Patriarch. Not only was Alion defeated by the Patriarch of Nether Blood Clan, but he was also trapped once again.
At the moment, Alion was sitting in a prison cell. The chains around him had multiplied. They were made much stronger. There were shackles around Alion's wrist, around his ankles, his waist and even around his throat.
He was treated no different than an animal with all these shackles. These chains weren't opened for even a single moment.
Months had passed since Alion was caught, but in this time, he was not given a single drop of water to drink.
The Patriarch of the Nether Blood Clan was furious at Alion. By helping prisoners escape, Alion had basically slapped his entire clan in the face, showing the Royal City that the clan was pathetic.
In his rage, the Patriarch repeatedly asked Alion to give up on the location of the other prisoners and where they were hiding.
At the same time, he even used most of his army to search for those prisoners, only to fail his search. It was as if they had simply disappeared from this world. No one knew where they were hiding.
As more time passed, the Patriarch of the Nether Blood Clan increasingly tortured Alion to have him confess everything.
Despite the relentless torture, Alion remained steadfast, refusing to reveal the secrets of the prisoners' whereabouts. He didn't know their whereabouts in the first place, but it wasn't as if the Nether Blood Clan was going to believe him.
The Patriarch's frustration grew, leading him to employ even more brutal methods in an attempt to break Alion's will. The cell was covered in Alion's blood.
Alion's skin was burned in fierce flames. His fingers were sliced off and his eyes were stabbed by a sharp object. And the torture only intensified. If there was any other person, they would've been broken by this torture, but Alion kept his mouth closed, not even screaming a little.
He didn't give these people any pleasure of watching him suffer. Blood trickled down his cheeks as his eyes were stabbed, but he remained still like he was a lifeless statue.
His determination to withstand the pain and not give in only fueled their sadistic desire to break him. They increased the intensity of their torture, desperate to see him break under their relentless assault.
But Alion's spirit remained unyielding, his willpower becoming a shield against their cruel intentions. With each strike, he remained silent, refusing to grant them the satisfaction of witnessing his defeat.
Hours turned into days and days into months, yet Alion's resolve remained unshaken. The tormentors grew frustrated, realizing that their methods were futile against his unbreakable spirit
In a last-ditch effort to break Alion, the tormentors shifted their strategy, attempting to dismantle his mental fortitude by subjecting him to psychological manipulation and mind games.
They tried to infiltrate his thoughts, planting seeds of doubt and despair, but Alion's inner strength stood firm, impervious to their deceptive tactics. He remained rooted in his belief.
Alion didn't care what happened to him. Even if he died, he was fine with it. The only thing he wanted was for Karyk's sister to be healed.
It was late at night. Alion's breathing was haggard. Both his hands were sliced off and he was left to bleed but Alion didn't let the pain get to his head.
In his mind, there was only one thought. He wondered if Cylix and Novius found the Lord of Time to heal Zena.
"I hope they found hi-" he spoke to himself but amidst his sentence, he started coughing out blood.
Alion's vision blurred as he struggled to remain conscious. Thoughts of Zena's well-being consumed his every waking moment, driving him to endure the excruciating pain. Even at this time, he didn't pray for himself.
The door of the cell opened, making Alion raise his head.
Standing before him was the Patriarch of the Nether Blood Clan. In the last few months, the Patriarch had rarely come here. He didn't personally torture Alion, but this time, his eyes appeared crazy.
The Patriarch of the Nether Blood Clan stepped closer to Alion, stopping just half a meter away from him. His eyes observed the broken condition of Alion.
"Even after all this, you haven't given up. I don't know if I should call you courageous or foolish..." the Patriarch stated.
"Cough, cough... How about you call me by my name like everyone else?" Alion replied.
The Patriarch's eyes hardened momentarily, but he quickly regained his composure. "Very well, Alion. If that is what you prefer."
His voice carried a trace of begrudging respect. "I came here because today is your last night. I've delayed your execution as much as I could because I wanted some answers. But I've had enough. In a few hours, you'll be put to the most gruesome death that you can imagine!"
"Is it finally the time?" Alion laughed in response but his laughter appeared pitiful in this situation.
"The Soul Devouring bugs will invade your body. With each bite, they will devour your soul, destroying everything about you. And I will watch with great pleasure..."
Hearing about the soul devouring bugs, Alion's expressions momentarily changed before recovering. He had heard about these creatures. They were the most frightening creatures.
They destroyed a person's body and soul in the most painful way, making it impossible for the person to even reincarnate. This was indeed the most painful death one could be granted.
It was clear that the Patriarch was here to give him an offer. If he didn't want to die in this way, he could only give up. Unfortunately for the Patriarch, Alion had no intention of giving up.
He accepted his death gracefully.
Seeing Alion's calm expressions, the Patriarch felt even more frustrated.
"We'll see if you're still so calm when those bugs devour you." He grabbed Alion by his throat before dragging him out of the cell.
