The chief of the Sunwardens hadn't come to this prison in a very long time, not since he first told Alex that he would let him die here without reason.
Alex could feel the fury within him reigniting upon seeing the man's face.
He seemed thinner now. His posture ragged, his body lacking size. He also had more gray hairs on his head, which seemed to be thinning as it was. That quite surprised Alex.
The group of warriors paused at once, each one surprised by what they were seeing.
"He survived?"
"I was sure that bird one flew here."
"Look at his clothes, he was clearly attacked."
The sight of Alex standing there without much damage to his body except for his clothes was not something any of these people expected to see.
"You lived?" the chief asked.
Alex sneered. "Sorry to disappoint you. I'm sure you would have loved to see my mangled-up corpse."
