Chapter 617 An Old Man (2/2)

The questions of who or what that was, and why, now utterly absorbed Darren's mind.

He and his captor waited for two hours, motionless as they watched the bizarre procession moving under the starry sky.

By the time two hours had passed, two hundred feet of the chains had gone by.

Their holders seemed to be struggling, as a

He stewed in these miserable thoughts for a long moment, and soon was almost ready to give in to his injuries and allow unconsciousness to take the pain away.

Yet it was just then, at the other end of the void, that the old man slowly lifted his head again.

In a weary motion, he lifted his arms and stretched them.

As he did so, the chains that surrounded him practically exploded, scattering broken links in all directions.

The commotion that this made drew everyone's attention. For their part, the armored clay figurines who had been pulling him quickly gathered together. It was impossible to miss, however, that they were visibly trembling.

After taking another look at Darren, the old man started to move, meaning to cross to the other end of the fissure in space.

At this point, his would-be captors threw themselves at him, clearly motivated by panic rather than reason.

In the end, their colossal strength was all for nothing.

The old man walked straight through their onslaught as though he didn't even realize it was happening.

Their clay bodies broke against him like empty porcelain bottles, spraying the ground with their shattered remains.

The empty shells of their armors clattered about, ringing like cymbals.

As the old man came closer, the clay figurine guarding Darren continuously stepped backwards in terror.

Meanwhile, the whole landscape shook with a roar like the world ending.

Even as the old man continued his unconcerned march, the space cracks were beginning to close, blocking his path.

Darren watched in awe, trying to stay conscious.

Seeing the fissures begin to close, however, his face went deathly pale. His last hope of survival was being crushed as surely as the clay figurines had been.

Slowly, inevitably, darkness covered Darren's sight, hiding the mysterious old man, the starry sky, and everything else around him.