Kassian had been walking for hours, unable to stop. All his attention was focused on the aura of the Venerable that his torturers, in a single file behind him, wanted to recover with such aggressiveness. He wore a collar around his neck, connected by a leash to the merciless grasp of a mercenary who didn’t hesitate to use it as a whip to force him to continue on his way. The Insubmissive felt little more than small bites on his skin which had become very hard under the effect of the intense muscular contractions he suffered, but these blows resonated very differently on his morale. He knew the importance of his role and the very idea of leading his enemies to the one who would reduce Syssoi to a heap of ashes was the worst torture. His mind, trapped in a chemical straitjacket with devastat
