Prison of Tormentation

Sector-F, Slums.

Night time.

But what made Silas despaired was the person who was exploded and made this mess.

Somehow, he was standing fine in front of him.

Too fine.

So fine, as the fight never happened with him.

There were no bloody marks, no broken bones, no blood, nothing.

The only disparity in him was that he was wearing different clothes from the last time.

Pair of night wears, even his hairs was disheveled like he came just after waking up from his sleep.

Adrian indifferently looked at Silas " Now, I will give you two options. First, tell me everything and die painlessly. Or not speak at all, and die the most horrible death you can think of."

From his waist to down, there was nothing on Silas's body.

Even his hands were blasted apart.

It was like the explosion was perfectly planned. Only those body parts of his were hurt that was totally unneeded.

Besides that, everything was alright.