Clang! Clang!
The sound of chains resounded, followed by heavy huffing and puffing. A low growl soon joined the noise, reverberating through the space like an animal struggling against its bindings.
The clatter of metal against stone continued, as if something, or someone, was fighting to break free.
"Haha…"
Then came a laugh.
"Hahaha…!"
It sounded like the laugh of a madman. A madman refused to be bound by chains. No matter how long he was kept restrained, no matter how many times his body broke, he refused to yield.
But of course, his body would never break.
"How long are you going to keep this up, Sword Saint?"
Because he was Aston Niestzche, the Sword Saint who had abruptly vanished the past month.
"As long as I'm alive!" Aston growled. "You pathetic pieces of shit can't even kill me despite all this!"
