Chapter 168 - Imperial Empress

Razeal walked at the front, his hands bound tightly by a rope unlike any ordinary restraint his left arm secured fully, while the other was fastened awkwardly at the elbow, where the rest of his right arm had been severed. The material shimmered faintly red under the sunlight, covered in scale-like patterns that shifted as though alive. This was no rope, no simple shackle it was a relic used only by Dragonwevr captains, designed to hold beings with monstrous strength. Its weight dug into his wrists, pressing down with mana and aura sealing pressure, but he showed no discomfort as clearly he doesn't have any mana or aura to begin with. His head was raised, his stride steady, as though he were a dignitary on parade rather than a prisoner.