The rejoicing continued all the way to the cafeteria that was barely finished enough to be used.
However, the atmosphere was a joyous one.
The impossible had happened. Even the guards and those mechanics that worked on the Soul mecha came to celebrate.
After all, since the beginning of the Blackspire Bastion prison, this was the first time such a thing was happening.
"Free drinks for everyone." Soren screamed.
"Yah!!!"
And so the celebrations faded into the night.
Even after lights out, murmurs could still be heard from different prison cells.
Same with the guards.
In all the many 'todays' Soren had experienced, this was by far the best.
And yet, even though he had smiled and laughed, waved, and made quite the connections, now—lying on his bed—he frowned.
Slowly, his fingers touched the pendant around his neck.
Images flashed in his head.
Chronovore.
Soren remembered.
That time after the battle. Chronovore had taken him and was about to...
He swallowed.
