The dark dungeon reeked of unpleasant odor.
Morganson sat there for a while, and the memory in his mind slowly regained its clarity. He gradually recalled what had happened in the controlled time.
"You are the commander of an immortal race, Morganson, right?" Allen squatted down and looked at him. It seemed that there was no problem at all.
Morganson nodded and confirmed Allen's identity.
He sighed and said, "Thank you for saving my life, Allen."
If he was still unconscious, he didn't know how long he would be controlled. What would he do then?
Perhaps the whole continent would be destroyed by him.
"When he was under control, someone had infused the memory of his enemy into his mind. Maybe Mr. Allen was one of them." Amy explained.
Fortunately, the time they were under control was not long, so her magic worked so quickly.
As time went by, the other members of the immortal race also woke up.