Bab 56: Warlock

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

An old rusty chain strained under the great weight that held the narrow cage inside which the young man was. He was unconscious, but it only took him a few minutes to come to his senses and open his eyes.

"Argh... What a headache..." Zayne muttered, holding the back of his head and rubbing his neck.

"Hah, looks like you're awake now. I admit it happened faster than I expected, but it doesn't affect anything anyway." The man in the long, dark robe said, his eyes were hidden, and only an evil smirk was visible.

Zayne looked around and his eyes went wide with shock. He was caged like a slave and his hands were cuffed with steel handcuffs. Around him were several other cages containing young girls, each so terrified they dared not make a sound.

In the center of the room was a massive red magic circle, divided into two sections. On one was the sign of a bloody sword, and on the other were three drops.