After Brey had just finished scolding the uncle, two fully armed prison guards walked down the prison corridor. "You and you," one of the tall guards pointed at Brey, and then at the uncle. It seemed that they were about to be pushed onto the execution ground. Brey suddenly clenched his fists and scanned the surroundings. "I don't want to die" - this was the thought that filled Brey's mind. Nonsense, nobody wants to die. It was terrible to be inexplicably captured and imprisoned, and then to be executed for unfounded charges.
"Look at the airship!" Brey suddenly blurted out, then forcefully broke free from the prison guard's restraint. "Pah!" A muffled sound. "Do you think I'm an idiot? Bastard!" The prison guard was furious. People still used this kind of trick to distract others? Brey was knocked down. As expected, it was difficult to escape from prison with empty hands. It was surprising that the guards were strong; the novels that portrayed them as minor roles were deceptive.
However, while Brey was arguing with the prison guards in the cell, something strange happened outside the prison, on the ground of the fortress. A purple glow illuminated the entire fortress. The dazzling light made the guards in the watchtower lose their focus. The purple light outlined a circle filled with elegant patterns. The helmeted prison warden looked at the light under his feet and glanced at the frantic guards, wondering what was going on.
"Prison warden! Something big is happening!" "I'm not blind," the prison warden punched down the reporting guard. "What the hell is all this?" Just as the prison warden was puzzled, the light on the ground disappeared in an instant. There were sounds of chanting poetry around. The prison warden had been to those churches, and this sound was similar to the priests' recitations. But there was no one around... "Huh, why is it dark?" When it suddenly darkened around him, the prison warden felt strange.
"Boom-" A huge explosion followed. The prison warden lost all consciousness.
"–My vision is so dark..." "–My eyes hurt so much..." Brey fumbled on the ground. When he was still arguing with the prison guard, the prison ceiling suddenly collapsed. "It hurts so much...," Brey propped up his body and covered his face. His mind seemed a bit blurry. It hurt so much that he couldn't think, probably in this situation. But Brey's vision was so blurred now, it seemed something was wrong. Then, the next moment, intense pain went straight to his brain.
"Ah ah ah ah!" "My eyes hurt so much!" Brey felt his eyes, and there seemed to be an empty space. Waves of pain hit his brain, and Brey rolled on the ground, unable to do anything. "Pah." Brey seemed to press on something disgusting. "So it's my eyes..." "I hope it's not mine." Brey touched his left eye with no eyeball and smiled bitterly. Fortunately, it was very dark around him, so he couldn't see clearly. Brey's pain continued, and even smiling was difficult. So he stopped smiling, clenched his teeth, and suddenly admired those who had suffered severe injuries without making a sound. "Bad luck." "But it's strange." "Why did the eyeball disappear?" The pain stopped his brain from working, but it started again. Such a wound was too incredible. If he said that his limbs were broken, Brey wouldn't have any doubts. But this eyeball seemed to be completely dug out, which was really weird.
"..." Apart from his eyes, other parts of his body were also in pain, but at least they weren't too serious. He struggled to get up, there used to be torches to light the prison, but now it was pitch black. With his vision impaired, Brey could only move forward by touching. He didn't know how long it would take to get used to this kind of view. "Bang-" Brey kicked something.Crouching down and touching the object, Brey realized it was an armor. "May you rest in peace, eldest brother..." But as Brey said this, he felt something warm on his face. "Is it blood in my eye socket?" Brey wiped the blood with his hand, the smell of blood making him feel helpless. Finally, the blood started to flow. If it continued like this, he might bleed himself to death. Brey tore up his prison uniform and wrapped it around his missing left eye. "..." The dirty prison uniform made the wound even more painful. It might even become infected... But compared to dying from excessive blood loss right now, infection was a relatively minor concern. A large amount of blood quickly soaked the cloth. Brey touched the soaked cloth and couldn't help but sigh. "It's sticky..." With one dead fish eye... oh no, his one remaining eye drooping, Brey looked like he was on the verge of death. The pain didn't subside at all over time. The severe pain caused Brey to break out in cold sweat, his face pale and pitiful. But the fact that he could remain so calm... Perhaps he did have the talent to be an adventurer after all?
"BOOM!" A deafening noise came from beside Brey. The buried prison was smashed through by something. Dust rose, making it even harder for Brey, whose eyesight was now compromised, to see what had smashed through the prison. However, because of the hole in the prison wall, light from the outside world leaked in, making it easier for Brey to find his way. Dragging his body, Brey struggled to approach the broken wall. "Yo..." Hearing a greeting, Brey was stunned. "You're not dead?" It turned out that the one who had broken the wall was Brey's former cellmate, the uncle. "What a coincidence, you're not dead either?" The uncle laughed, seemingly unaffected by their situation. "Iron Kind, you damn ant! Come out!!!!!" The horrifying roar from the outside caused Brey to collapse on the ground. Then, purple flames suddenly engulfed Brey and the uncle. Brey was frightened, and quickly retreated, but the flames were right behind him. However, in the next moment, the uncle got up from the rubble and waved his knife. The flames were extinguished without a sound. "Bronze Kind is really troublesome..." the uncle complained. The terms "Black Iron" and "Bronze" had never appeared in Brey's worldview, now coming crashing in. There wouldn't be gold and silver as well, right? "Well, we humans are Iron Kind, and those guys outside are Bronze Kind." "I'm sorry, I seem to have said something I shouldn't have." The uncle tapped his forehead and laughed heartily for a few moments. "But... actually, it seems like you might have the right to know about these things." The uncle shrugged, answering casually. Finally, he muttered a word, the sound too vague for Brey to hear clearly. A more detailed explanation would require time, but the uncle didn't think there was any spare time for that.
