Unlike the floor where Leo had been locked, the second-lowest floor was different.
There was no massive hall where everyone could roam. The prisoners here were kept in individual cells, bound by chains that blocked their abilities to ensure they couldn't work together.
Leo had removed the chains from the old man, who was now sitting with him outside the cell. However, there was still one person nearby who was watching them lazily.
"Instead of playing with toys, shouldn't you be fulfilling my wish? I've been waiting to see if your magic is stronger than my martial arts. Now that there are no chains in the way, shouldn't we find the answer?"
The speaker looked like a teenager, even though his hair had turned grey. Leo suppressed a sigh, shifting his gaze from the wide-eyed grandpa poking a hologram to the brooding teenager who looked like he'd spent the last century practicing his 'main character' glare in a mirror.
