Chapter 337
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"Well, shit… This makes it all the weirder that someone like me was thrown into a prison cell. And from the looks of it, I have been here for at least a few hours," Azmodeus said as he scrutinized the butt print that he left on the marble bench. "Anyway, first things first."
After shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he turned to look at the long iron bars that prevented him from leaving through a cracked cobblestone hallway.
The first thing he tried was bending the bars; the result was obviously one of disappointment…
"As I thought, from my speed to my strength and everything else, all of it has been adjusted to the… Immortal Lines that make the world go around?" Scratching his head in confusion, he said, "Maybe they are like World Lines but the Immortal version? So Immortal World Lines."
Azmodeus hit the mark on the bullseye, but no one would tell him that…
Anyone else smell trouble...?