As Isiah surveyed the modernity surrounding him, it brought back mories of his first life. While technology had the potential to make life easier than it was in Delwias Island and Emperium, he couldn't shake off the unease he felt.
anwhile, Ciel, who had been traumatized by the experints he had undergone, clung to Isiah's pants as if he were afraid. It seed as if he had forgotten all about their previous disagreents in Emperium.
Taking a step towards Ciel, Isiah gently placed Eijar next to him on the couch. The familiar weight of the snake around his neck was a small comfort in this foreign environnt.
He knelt down beside Ciel and put a hand on his shoulder, looking into his eyes. "It's okay, kid. We're safe now," Isiah reassured him softly.
Ciel nodded slightly, his grip on Isiah's pants loosening a bit. Isiah smiled at him, hoping to ease the boy's anxiety.
As Ciel's eyes t Eijars large and impressive form, his face lit up with awe and amazent. The once small and delicate creature had now grown into a magnificent snake, her scales shimring in the artificial light of the apartnt.
Ciel reached out his hand and gently patted her head, eliciting a low rumble of contentnt from Eijar.
It was hard to believe that this was the sa creature that once hung from his neck like a simple piece of jewelry.
Now, she commanded respect and admiration with her sheer size and power. Isiah watched as Ciel continued to stroke her scales, a small smile of amusent playing on his lips.
Despite the terror and pain they had both endured, it was monts like this that reminded them of the magic and wonder that still existed in the world.
As the man followed Isiah around his own apartnt, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. Isiah seed to be scrutinizing everything in the room with an intensity that made him nervous. Suddenly, Isiah turned to him and asked if he lived alone in the apartnt.
The man hesitated for a mont, unsure of whether he should answer truthfully. But he knew that Isiah would find out eventually, so he reluctantly replied that yes, he lived alone.
Isiah's next request caught the man off guard. "Give all of your identifications," Isiah said firmly.
The man's heart sank as he realized what Isiah was planning. He had been working with Isiah out of fear for his own life, but now it seed that Isiah was going to leave him with nothing.
Lexie was keeping her distance from the man, eyeing him warily as he followed Isiah around. She couldn't help but feel uneasy around him, especially after the way he had reacted when Isiah had asked for his identifications.
Lexie stood guard by the door, watching for any signs of danger. She couldn't let her guard down, not even for a second.
As soon as the man tried to escape, Isiah quickly reacted and cast a spell to freeze his body in place.
The man's face contorted in fear as Isiah approached him slowly, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the room. He then grabbed the man's cheeks with his sharp nails and squeezed them tightly, making him wince in pain.
Lexie couldn't bear to watch as Isiah confronted the man. She turned away, unable to face the reality of what was happening.
Even Ciel, who was traumatized by the experints they had done on him, seed too tired to react. Isiah's presence was overwhelming, and his power was unmistakable.
Lexie had endured unimaginable horrors within the confines of the factory. The guards and experinters had subjected her to countless attempts to sever her arm from her body, all in the pursuit of understanding the mysterious energy source that flowed within it.
But every cut they made brought her nothing but excruciating pain, and despite their efforts, they could never fully sever the limb.
And with every failed attempt, the agony only intensified as her body worked tirelessly to regenerate the damaged tissue.
As she made her way through the unfamiliar surroundings, Lexie's mind was consud by mories of the torturous experints she had endured. The thirst that burned in her throat was nothing compared to the searing pain that wracked her body.
And yet, she soldiered on, driven by a fierce determination to survive and to escape the clutches of those who sought to use her as nothing more than a ans to an end.
Isiah was determined to get the information he needed from the man about this new region. He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards his bedroom, throwing him to the floor as soon as they got there.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, Isiah stared intensely at the man, making his intentions clear.
"Let's not beat around the bush here. You are going to die," he said coldly. "Don't think for a second that you're special, because you're not. Once I'm finished with you, you will et your fate. I'm not foolish enough to let you go free."
Isiah's gaze then shifted to a picture on the man's desk, and he knew exactly what to do to strike fear into the man's heart. "Now, you have to convince not to hurt the ones closest to your heart," he said, his voice filled with malice.
The man started to panic, tears streaming down his face as he begged and pleaded with Isiah. He revealed that his parents were very old and that they couldn't handle the news of his death or this situation.
Isiah listened to him but remained unfazed, knowing exactly how to manipulate the situation to his advantage.
"Let's start with the identifications," Isiah demanded.
The man hesitated, his eyes darting around the room. "They are no use for you," he finally said. "Everywhere there is a retinal scan, and you just can't use the identifications like that."
Isiah listened intently as the man spoke, his eyes fixed on him. The ntion of the fifth king caught his attention, and he leaned in, his interest piqued.
"Go on," Isiah said, his voice low and dangerous.
The man shifted uncomfortably on the floor, clearly intimidated by Isiah's deanor. "Afan is nothing like the lower regions," he continued. "Here, everything is controlled and watched by the authorities. You won't survive here doing what you did in the factory."
Isiah leaned back on the bed, his arms crossed. "And what did I do in the factory?" he asked, a hint of amusent in his voice.
The man hesitated, then spoke again. "You were seen using your powers. That alone is enough to get you in trouble with the authorities here. And the fifth king is a very ticulous man. He has given orders to keep this place safe from the lower mages from your region."
Isiah raised an eyebrow. "Lower mages?"
Isiah's eyes narrowed as he leaned in towards the man. "Back in Emperium, they used to take the divine energy of those who level up," he said in a low voice. "What is the case here?"
The man, who had been trembling with fear since the mont Isiah entered his ho, looked up at him with a defeated expression. "The sa," he said, resigned to his fate.
Isiah's fists clenched at his sides. "And for what reason?" he demanded, his voice laced with anger.
The man hesitated, weighing his options carefully before answering. "It's not like we need that power," he said finally. "But it's for a reason that even those of us who work in the domain don't know about."
Isiah's expression darkened at the man's words. It was clear that there was sothing deeper at play here, sothing that went beyond just the acquisition of power.
The man's body trembled as he answered Isiah's questions, tears streaming down his face. Isiah's patience was wearing thin with each passing mont, and he couldn't understand why this man was so afraid to speak. Isiah's final question was directed at the one person he cared about most, Ciel.
The man hesitated before answering, seemingly unsure of what he should say. "I'm sorry, sir. It's not in his file, but he's important to them," he said, his voice cracking.
Isiah's eyes narrowed as he took in the man's response. He didn't like being kept in the dark, especially when it ca to Ciel. He could feel his anger boiling inside him, threatening to spill over at any mont.
With a final glance at the trembling man on the floor, Isiah rose to his feet and stord out of the room.
He needed so fresh air, and he needed to clear his head. As he entered the living room, he saw Ciel and Eijar sleeping soundly on the couch. Isiah's heart softened as he watched them, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards them.
Isiah strode into the kitchen, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Lexie, who stood next to the counter with a look of despair etched on her face. She was staring at an empty glass, her throat parched and aching for a drink.
"What are you doing here?" Isiah asked, his voice low and gruff.
"I'm thirsty," Lexie replied, gesturing towards the glass. "I couldn't find any water. Why is everything so complicated here?"
Isiah approached the sink, his movents fluid and confident. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water, then handed it to Lexie without saying a word.
Lexie took a long gulp of water, her eyes closing in relief as the cool liquid flowed down her throat. When she opened her eyes again, she looked up at Isiah and asked, "Why aren't you surprised by all of this ?"
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