Empire of Ataraxia [7]
The person in that cell no longer had the visage of a prince. Atlas was a cultivator. At the Sky Sage Realm, he could go for several weeks on end without food. The Prince could not. He was still at a stage where a week without eating sapped all of his energy.
These past few days, from the Dark Forest to the prison, there hadn't been a moment he could spare for something like food. Now, he was already starting to look weaker. His face was pale and his eyes were sunken in. He had the same exact empty expression as the other prisoners who were sent to this place.
His expression barely changed when that person approached.
"Hello, there!"
The snake-eyed man smiled and gave a small wave as he peeked into Kade's view.
"It must have been rough for you! You're a pretty great person, but even you're making an expression like that, eh?"
The cell door scraped against the rocky ground as it was opened from the outside.