prynovel Chapter 970: A prison of silence
Chapter 970: A prison of silence
Chapter 970: A prison of silence
Erik gently brushed a strand of hair from Emily's face as they lay in bed together.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, smiling up at him. "More than alright."
Erik returned her smile, overjoyed to see the worry and sorrow had been temporarily lifted from her face. But as Emily nestled closer against his chest, Erik saw her expression shift again.
"Are you all right?"
Emily hesitated, but then whatever was keeping her from talking vanished. "Can you really save my father?"
Erik cupped Emily's cheek.
"I can," Erik said, injecting as much sincerity and resolve into his voice as possible.
Emily lifted her head to meet his eyes. She held his gaze for a long moment before nodding. "I believe you."
Erik wiped the woman's tears from her face, "I must go soon, but I will bring you good news next time we meet."
"All right..." Emily said. "Save my father. And then come back to me."
Erik kissed her once more. "That, I promise," he said. Then he rose from the bed and got dressed. He still needed to talk to many people.
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Erik looked up at the Grand Ducal Prison's walls, the place his nemesis Volkov had imprisoned Emily's father, Richard.
A week had passed since his encounter with Emily, and now Erik was waiting for the rebels' diversion.Rread latest chapters at novelhall.com
His thoughts wandered to the attack on the northern gate, wondering if the clones would succeed. The attack, while thought to distract the blackguards, wasn't going to be "fake". People were going to die that day. The best they could do would be to at least bring as many opponents to the grave as possible.
The rebels would lead the initial charge while faking being led by Erik and drawing the blackguards' attention long enough for the Chimaeric Demons to act.
Making sure no one was watching, he activated the Phantom Veil brain crystal power, turning his body invisible.
A few minutes later, his communicator buzzed. It was Van Dyke calling.
He needed to know how many people were in the immediate surroundings, not all those
within the building.
So far, he has encountered no resistance, or more accurately, he has avoided the guards within
the prison.
As Erik hurried through the winding corridors, his thoughts turned to Emily.
He had promised to rescue her father, and he intended to keep that promise. But what if Richard was already dead?
That could be a possibility; Emily's visions were more often than not very precise, meaning that there could be a chance the man was ok.
Erik continued making his way through the building, using his powers to avoid detection.
At a certain point, he reached Sector G. The number of guards still weirded him. Besides, the hallways were darker than one would have expected from a prison. That made him feel even more uncomfortable.
What was even weirder was that Erik went through many prisoners' areas, and yet there were just a few people inside.
Normally, there would have been hundreds, if not thousands, of them, and the area should have been filled with the sounds of prisoners calling out and guards on patrol. Today, there
was nothing.
A strange chill crept down Erik's spine as he stayed around Sector G's entrance.
While pulling out his sword, Erik entered the cellblock.
He made his way down the row of cells, peering into each one. Most were empty. But not all of them. In a couple of cells, Erik saw the bodies of the previous occupants. The blackguards, or Volkov, didn't even bother to take them out.
The man was known to have a twisted liking to torture, but it shouldn't have been possible for
him to torture so many people. The number of prisoners must have been bigger, and those inside should have been alive.
Erik had an idea why there were no people, and he didn't like it at all. Though, it wasn't like he
could turn back now.