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John Axxius looked around constantly, it had been hours of twitching and running around his anti-magic cell. " Th...thi...this can't be! There must be a way! " he yelled, speaking arcanic words with no effect, as if silenced " NOOO! " the bald hin yelled once more, tired, exhausted, depressed....how could the hin live without sorcery, it was like a drug to him.... " J..ju..just a simple ward please! " he threw up his fists in the air, hopeless...
If only he had his leather belt to torture himself, but he was standing there... half-naked...exposed to every insult possible to the guardians of the cell, how could a powerful being be in so much shame. He never had so much respect for the hands of mundus, his captives, but the murderous rage inside of him was still present, regardless of this torture, he grinned, dreaming of all the people he destroyed at the viridale, all the havoc caused, it was his only escape of reality...dreaming of destruction
If only he had his leather belt to torture himself, but he was standing there... half-naked...exposed to every insult possible to the guardians of the cell, how could a powerful being be in so much shame. He never had so much respect for the hands of mundus, his captives, but the murderous rage inside of him was still present, regardless of this torture, he grinned, dreaming of all the people he destroyed at the viridale, all the havoc caused, it was his only escape of reality...dreaming of destruction