''Sigh.'' Hector glanced around in boredom while trying to keep up with the carriage from behind.
He would be dragged occasionally along by the carriage, the chain linking his handcuffs to its rear tugging hard at his wrists.
It was bad. They had already been on the road for five hours since leaving the slave bazaar. From what he'd overheard in the nobles' discussion, it would still take at least half a day to reach the nearest metropolis.
Limping forward, Hector controlled his breathing, saving as much energy as he could for the road ahead.
However, once his mana was sealed, he couldn't resist the strange sensation creeping over him… Well, he knew it all too well.
The feeling of powerlessness.
His vision began to blur. His breathing grew ragged.
''Damnation.''
At that moment, he thought of the players in this game.
(I wonder if they'll get a better vessel… No, I'm certain their vessel will be better than mine.)
After a while, the carriage slowed and finally came to a stop.
