Pouring Blood On His Hands [2]
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Amon sat on a metallic chair, his arms tied to the chair arms.
His mana was currently sealed.
It was a small square-shaped room with grey walls all around.
It had been 1 hour since he was locked up here.
As soon as he had stepped out of the building, there was a sharp thud to his neck, which dropped him unconscious.
The next thing he knew, he woke up in this cell, not knowing where he was.
He only hoped that Alya had gotten his message.
It wasn't long before the door of the room opened and 4 people walked in.
Amon immediately felt an oppressive aura descend on his body, halting his breathing a little.
He looked at them without any emotion.
He knew who they were.
The Unit Commanders.
People who were at least ranked Colonel in the Imperial Military.
Each one of them was a 6th order clovist and Amon could tell that from just a glance.
There were three men and 1 woman.