Chapter 188 Lanci Always Considers His Opponent Thoughtfully_1

An hour had already passed since the start of the Shadow World.

Lanci lightly touched the rough stone wall with his cold fingers, the sting at his fingertips clearing his mind.

With the howling wind within the prison and the shivering sounds of quieting inmates from other cells, the chains bit tighter into his hands, his wrists were raw from the manacles, nearly losing all sensation.

Every pore on his body resisted the cold, but all in vain.

"It's so cold…"

He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, felt the cold air spread within his lungs, then slowly exhaled a puff of white mist, aware of every shiver within his body, every heartbeat, all battling against the endless cold.

As time passed, Lanci started to get used to the cold, until his muscles stiffened and his thoughts began to slow.

It was hard to imagine, if he had to keep staying in this prison, if the cold and desperation would become his sole companions, beating the silent and lengthy nights with him.