1555 The Man In the Cell
The gang of Pirates all over the Ten Seas find themselves in a state of disarray, their previous strongholds and influence now fractured in just a few days.
Without the Pirate Lords showing their face, and the vacuum of power that is left after many of the Pirate Lords left the area, an internal power struggles seems to be in the horizon
The aftermath of the war have left them weakened and struggling to find new leadership and direction.
Simultaneously, the Crime Alliance now lies in shambles.
Many of their high-ranking members were killed during the War and even the middle man of their operation was not spared.
And with the war lost, there seems to be consensus that the Crime Alliance is the weakest they have ever been since their formation
The dramatic shifts in the global power structure have sent shockwaves through all nations and societies, leaving them grappling to regain their balance in this new, uncertain world.
The sudden vacuums of power have sparked both opportunities and challenges for various aspiring factions, each vying to fill the void and assert their dominance.
Governments and authorities worldwide are working tirelessly to adapt to the evolving landscape, seeking new ways to address emerging threats while preventing potential power vacuums from giving rise to even greater instability.
As the dust begins settles, the world's eyes are on the unfolding events, anxiously waiting to see which forces will rise, which will fall, and what new equilibrium will ultimately be established in this transformed reality.
In the Republic of Europe, within the confines of her Ice Palace, Katarina's frustration reaches a boiling point, and her complaints resonate with the force of nature.
The consequences of her anger manifest in cold winds sweeping across the continent and a blanket of snow falling over the once temperate lands.
Initially, the wintry effects were limited to Moscow, but as her brother's continued imprisonment remains shrouded in mystery, her wrath spreads further.
Like many Senators, Katarina is unaware of her brother's precise location, which fuels her fury even more.
But she also has learned some politics and intrigue.
Instead of slaughtering all the Senators, the kind of way that she is used to, it seems she is coercing the Senate to make a decision
And the way she does that is simply by protesting. And when deities like her protest, the effect could be felt all over the world.
The snowfall becomes symbolic of her dissent, covering Europe in a hushed yet forceful display of her displeasure.
The cold winds intensify, causing rivers to freeze and temperatures to plummet significantly below their usual levels.
Moscow, in particular, experiences an extraordinary accumulation of seven feet of snow.
Through this wintry outburst, Katarina forces the Senate to confront the consequences of their actions, or inaction, regarding her brother's fate.
This is her protest.
And sooner or later the Senate had to opens their eyes and open their ears and make a decision.
The return of Death Monarch and Katarina, coupled with the ensuing war, has left the entire world on edge, grappling with unprecedented chaos and countless challenges.
The tumultuous events unfold on a global scale, sparing no region from the impact of these seismic changes.
Amidst this whirlwind of transformation, it becomes difficult for the world to focus on issues such as a distant and unknown prison.
The magnitude of events triggered by Death Monarch's return and Katarina's actions is immense.
The world finds itself entangled in a web of conflicts, power struggles, and shifting alliances.
Each nation and faction must deal with its own set of problems arising from the aftermath, making it hard to spare attention for matters seemingly unrelated.
In the midst of this storm, Azief emerges as a catalyst, capable of maintaining an apparent tranquillity when he refrains from action.
The world appears to be a calm and serene lake in those moments.
However, once Azief decides to make his move, it is akin to a massive boulder being cast into the previously placid waters. The impact is profound, sending powerful ripples and splashes in all directions.
A few years ago, if someone told the people in power that one person could have this much effect to the world they might laugh it out loud
In history, group action always dictates society and not the other way around
In this new era, in this new world, one person could really change the world.
Death Monarch is one of that people and each of his action has far-reaching consequences, rippling through societies, governments, and power structures.
His every decision has the potential to reshape the world's dynamics, sending shockwaves across continents.
In the midst of these unfolding events that shake the world to its core, there exists a figure shrouded in darkness, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world.
This person, confined to a cell in the depths of Tartarus, remains oblivious to the chaos and upheaval occurring on the surface.
Because this person is in a cell in Tartarus.
The dimly lit cell casts eerie shadows on the person's obscured features, making it difficult for anyone to discern this person identity.
Deep within the vast expanse of Tartarus lies an intricate network of countless cells, stretching seemingly into eternity.
Among this labyrinth of imprisonment, one cell stands apart, distinguished by its occupant.
Tucked away in the northern sector of the prison, this particular prisoner holds an air of extraordinary significance.
The cell's positioning in the northern sector carries great weight, forcing other inmates in that area to be relocated elsewhere.
This fact alone speaks volumes about the individual held within its confines.
Shrouded in mystery, this special prisoner's identity remains veiled, obscured from the prying eyes of the outside world.
In the confines of Tartarus, a sprawling prison with countless cells stretching far and wide, there exists a peculiar and extraordinary inmate.
This prisoner's cell, unlike any other, commands the entire northern sector of the penitentiary, a testament to the figure's enigmatic significance.
Within the dimly lit confines of this special cell, a man stands, his body bearing the indelible mark of the Bratva—a tattoo etched onto his arms and neck, signifying his past affiliations.
Once a formidable and robust individual, his sturdy frame and straight posture were once feared and respected.
Now, however, the passage of time and the harsh realities of his captivity have left their mark.
The man's hair, once jet black, has been bleached white by the trials of his life.
His imposing height, standing at seven feet tall, only emphasizes the gravity of his presence, but it's marred by a visage that tells a tale of pain and hardship.
His menacing countenance, once a symbol of fear, is now intertwined with weariness.
Gone are the days of muscularity and vigour; his body, now half-naked, bears the burden of countless scars, some so deep that they obscure the very symbol that once defined him.
His once imposing muscles seem to have withered away, and his frame appears scrawny, a stark contrast to the power he once wielded.
His bloodshot eyes tell a story of sleepless nights, and the visible tremors in his once-sturdy frame betray the toll of enduring hardships.
But even amidst the gruelling torment he endures, there is an unwavering determination that refuses to be quelled.
Adding to his punishment, a peculiar and cruel device clings to his shoulder—an intricate lock fashioned like a circlet, piercing through his very bones and fastening behind his back.
A literal shoulder lock, designed to drain his spirit and sap away his once indomitable strength.
Yet, despite the physical and psychological toll, this resilient soul clings to his faith with unyielding conviction.
Of course, the shoulder lock is not there just to torture him. But it is also to lock his energy making him unable to call his beast.
But even in his current circumstances, he never lost faith
Boris opens his eyes and look around his cell. There is still that thick mist of red aura filling the lower 11:32
part of his prison.
When wraiths of different kind come near his cell, while it sapped other people good memories and left them in a state of nightmare, this person always seems calm
And during such moment when the wraith of Tartarus tries to take the happiness and bring about nightmares, it is only during these times that his eyes is full of defiance and determination
This man forced to stand in his own cell without ever being able to sit down comfortable and force to see himself wither every day is none other than Boris Ivanov, the former Right Chancellor of the Republic , the older brother of Katarina the ice Queen
Boris opens his eyes and look around his cell. There is still that thick mist of red aura filling the lower part of his prison.
Even though he is uncomfortable and there are some inconveniences, he was tortured the same way other prisoners of Tartarus is tortured.
In the beginning, he still spoke. He curses and he threatened those people.
"If Jean come in once in a while, then I could still negotiate with him. But he did not even come"
Boris is the designer of this prison. And he knows the monsters in it. But of course, the monster had grown and the variety of monsters and Chthonian horrors in the prison had increased since the time he designed this
Even he is surprised with the development of the prison.
"They are too hardworking. If only the Senators in the Senate work as hard as these prison administrator" he suddenly thought and he chuckles at his own thought
The only thing that Boris never thought when he proposes the plan for this prison, was that he would one day be one of its inhabitants.
But, because of that, he has some kind of advantage. The cell that he is in is a special cell designed for him.
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