Two days had passed since Alion met with the Lords in the Nether Realm. He placed his side forth and asked for help. However, in the last two days, they hadn't heard anything in return.
He waited in an underground Cell with Cylix and Novius, along with unconscious Zena.
"It's as if they completely forgot about us. Are we going to stay here all our life?" Cylix asked Alion. He was shackled, unable to use his full strength. However, he still hated the thought of simply waiting here when the decision of the other side was clear. They weren't going to help them.
Even Alion was getting tired of waiting. It had been such a long time, yet there was no response. If they were to respond, it would've been long ago. They couldn't afford to wait too long.
Alion nodded in agreement. "It seems like we can't rely on them anymore. We must prepare to escape on our own."