Kent stood before Jamba Zi and gasped for air. The final moments almost came and slowly the effect of the lullaby was fading.
Jamba Zi slowly tried to open his eyes and just then Kent instructed The milky bird to chirp louder and break the bindings of Jamba Zi.
The milky bird chirped louder, its magical notes reverberating throughout the stone walls, shattering any remaining barriers on jamba Zi. The faint glow of the Lust Goddess’s magic faded, leaving only a few seconds for Kent to escape.
He stepped forward, leaning close to the unconscious Jamba Zi. “You’re coming with me, elder. Time to see daylight again.”
Without hesitation, Kent broke the fire pillar before Jamba Zi. Immediately loud bell sounds filled the royal palace. No one understood the reason behind strange sounds. But Emperor Ryon jolted up from his bed.
In a swift, controlled motion, Kent hoisted Jamba Zi’s body into the divine pot. His treasure boots barely touched the ground as he turned to leave the cell, shadow cloak trailing behind him like a midnight mist.
Without wasting a single moment, Kent rushed out from the underground tunnel. After reaching the base of white wood tree, Kent first ran to a secluded spot and then summoned his Golden Throne.
With swift motion, he flew high into the sky and disappeared into the night. Due to the pouring rain and dark sky, no one had the chance to witness the golden throne.
Almost the entire prison guards and soldiers got up from their sleep due to loud warning bells. But before they realized what’s happening, loud cries of remaining criminals filled the prison. They couldn’t diest the fact that their everyday companions were missing all of a sudden.
The prison master who realized that hundreds of important prisoners went missing, stupefied to the core. “I’m doomed.” he muttered in a shaky tone.
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The golden throne cut through the night sky like a comet, hurtling forward with the speed of sound. Kent sat upon his throne, his gaze fixed on the vast expanse ahead.
Beside him, Jamba Zi stood tall and resolute, a rare look of satisfaction on his face as he watched the freed prisoners emerging from the Divine Pot.
One by one, Kent drew out some important prisoners, setting them onto the throne’s expensive steps. They were weary but visibly elated, their expressions lighting up the instant they saw Jamba Zi. Some stumbled in awe, others clasped their hands together and bowed deeply, showing their gratitude and reverence. Their cheers grew louder, voices jubilant in the crisp night air, spreading infectious energy through the crowd.
“Finally!” one man shouted, his fists clenched in sheer joy. “Freedom!”
Another prisoner, a scarred woman who had been held captive for decades, stepped forward and looked at Jamba Zi with tearful eyes. “It’s… it’s real, isn’t it? We’re free?”
Jamba Zi nodded, his eyes softening. “Yes, it’s real. You’re all free now. No longer shackled, no longer bound by the false justice of that prison.”
Kent allowed himself a slight smile as he saw the prisoners’ faces brighten further. “I sent a message inside,” he explained to Jamba Zi as the latter looked at him curiously. “I told them that their freedom was at hand.”
The cheers of the newly freed spread through the throne, creating a joyful atmosphere as they celebrated their escape from a lifetime of imprisonment. Above them, stars continued to blur as Kent’s throne sped through the sky toward a hidden destination he’d scouted the day before.
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Meanwhile, back at the prison, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Outside the gate, a line of prison guards, senior elders, and the prison master himself knelt, their heads bowed in fear.
Emperor Ryon’s shadow loomed over them, his piercing eyes blazing with fury as he stormed back and forth. He barely paused to listen to the elder reading off a list of prisoners who’d somehow escaped, but one single name stuck in his mind.
“Jamba Zi…!” Emperor Ryon’s voice thundered, each syllable laced with rage. He turned to the prison master, who was already trembling, his face deathly pale as he knocked head to the ground.
“You have let the prisoners slip through your fingers. But but… Jamba Zi?” Ryon’s voice grew louder, his words resonating across the prison courtyard. “You allowed a half-sovereign to escape? A man capable of shifting realms, a terror to my empire, and you let him slip away?”
The prison master’s voice was barely a whimper. “Your Majesty, I… I don’t know how it happened. There were no signs, no disturbances in the spells—”
“Enough!” Ryon cut him off, his tone as sharp as a blade. “Spare me your excuses! Do you understand the disaster you have unleashed?”
With every word, Ryon’s anger grew, his robes whipping in the night air as he advanced on the kneeling officials. The elders and guards exchanged anxious glances, faces shadowed with dread as they awaited further punishment.
“Your Majesty,” one of the elders spoke up cautiously, “we will launch a kingdom-wide search immediately. We will find Jamba Zi and the rest of them—”
Ryon held up a hand to silence him, his jaw clenched. “Forget the others. They’re mere criminals compared to him. Jamba Zi has power that could challenge even the strongest sects. Finding him is your priority—understood?”
The elders all nodded, the weight of Ryon’s anger heavy upon them as they scrambled to assemble their search teams.
And within mere hours, the news of the mass prison break spread like wildfire through the capital city, sending waves of shock and fear rippling across the nation.
Rumours filled the streets, whispers of powerful criminals escaping without a trace. Citizens gathered in tight-knit groups, murmuring in hushed voices, eyes wide with fear and confusion.
“How could so many escape?” one merchant muttered as he opened his shop early. “They say every cell was sealed with enchantments stronger than even the royal palace itself.”
Another passerby chimed in, her face pale with worry. “It was no ordinary escape, that’s for sure. I heard a sorcerer’s chant broke the chains!”
The innkeepers, too, speculated with nervous glances as they attended to their patrons, every tavern and gathering place in the capital city buzzing with the same topic. Not even the palace guards were safe from the swirling rumors, their usual stoic expressions betraying flashes of unease.
The panic spread far beyond the capital. Within hours, news reached the distant corners of the empire, stirring up unrest in even the smallest of towns. Neighboring kingdoms received word of the escape, their leaders furrowing their brows as they considered the implications.
For some, the news was exciting. Rebels and ambitious power-seekers spoke in hushed tones, emboldened by the idea of a half-sovereign like Jamba Zi roaming free once more. To them, it was a sign of new possibilities—a promise of chaos in the empire they might harness for their gain.
Yet, for most, the escape instilled only terror.
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