Darkness, hunger, pain…
Under a dazzling sunlight, Abel groggily woke up, only to feel a sharp pain on the right side of his face.
Owen's last punch, whether intentionally vengeful or not, was very heavy, causing his entire right cheek to swell up.
But Abel no longer cared about that, as he quickly realized that his hands were bound by a strange set of shackles, and what terrified him more was that his magic power had also been suppressed.
"These are shackles made from Magic-Repelling Stone, which can inhibit a wizard's ability to cast spells," a voice quickly resonated within the room.
Abel immediately turned his head to look, and there stood the sinister figure, like a demon, not far off, along with that shameless middle-aged man who had pretended to be a cripple to deceive him, and a teen who was almost an adult.