Hostages

Hong looked at his legs, he almost can't feel his legs as if something was holding them down, and focused his mind on his eyes that slowly glow in red. It was just like what his little uncle, the Third Prince had taught him how to focus his mind on healing himself. He had to do it now or never.

"Ah," but the worms in his stomach were already beating the drums which were rumbling loudly, disturbing his concentration.

"Oh you guys"

Even so, he had to be able to, he had to be able to heal himself and get out of that place when everyone wasn't in his room now, where were they?

It didn't take long for Hong to succeed in making both of his palms light up, releasing warm air that spread throughout his body and is like something burning that bound his legs that instantly make them feel so light after that.

"Yes"