Bab 715: Chains

Zabia took a deep breath. "Dyon, listen to me."

Dyon eyes sharpened. He could tell that what Zabia was about to say was of the utmost importance to him.

"You can never go to that quadrant."

"Wha –" Dyon couldn't even finish his own sentence. The sincerity in Zabia's eyes told all. He meant his words.

After collecting himself, Dyon could only ask the obvious question. "Why?"

"Your soul talent.. Is simply too overwhelming."

Dyon had expected to understand a semblance of Zabia's meaning from those words, but he only came out more confused. What did his soul talent have to do with anything?

Zabia only shook his head before continuing. "If you believe that the Ragnors use of slaves was inhumane, the level my home quadrant reached would make the Ragnors look like saints, and the prime victims are people like you and your wife Clara."

For the next hour, Zabia began to tell Dyon a history of things that froze him to his seat.