Even though his hands and legs were bound, he struggled relentlessly, attempting to break free from the iron chains.
With gritted teeth and a fierce roar, he exuded a destructive aura.
The room was shrouded in complete darkness, devoid of any light, making it impossible to see even one's own hand in front of their face.
Yet, the only source of illumination came from the faint red glow emanating from his eyes, sending shivers down one's spine.
From beyond the iron door, Bradley faintly heard Freya's cries, causing his heart to ache uncontrollably.
A touch of agony flickered in his crimson eyes as he clasped his head, striving to regain his composure.
He knew she must be deeply concerned about him.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be weeping so sorrowfully.
Though he attempted to calm himself
