1 The Fallen

In the entire country, many people were celebrating because they had just managed to capture a powerful traitor who also happened to be a demonic cultivator.

In a hidden room, there was a young man tied and his body filled with injuries He seemed to almost be dead yet he sat straight up not seeming to allow his injuries to affect him.

In a monotone voice, he looked at the person in front of him, a person who he trusted, an old friend, someone who he once loved, and asked just one thing, "Why?"

As he said those words, the woman in front quickly avoided his eyes, slowly turned away, and left.

Though he asked a question, a reply never came.

He looked up into the ceiling and thought why such a thing ever happened.

He tapped his feet into the ground and thought this is where criminals are placed so why did I, a person who had always helped the empire get sent here.

He thought of the criminals who he had once caught and put into prison, what would they think of him being placed in a prison.

As he thought such things, something in his mind started to tell him that everything would be fine after all he was a genius from one of the most powerful families in the empire.

Another voice argued that he was already crippled and if the family would have really cared for him, he wouldn't have been taken into prison so easily.

He wanted to be optimistic but he knew which of the two voices were true.