Chapter 0835 Slowly, Jackson's mouth pulls into a smile as he realizes that this isn't a maze at

all.

It's a cage.

A cage with nothing in it. And if there's something that the Atalaxians have built here that they're either trying to keep in, or protect themselves from? Well. That's something he wants to know more about, isn't it?

Eager for the first time in days to have something to do, a problem to work on, Jackson strides forward.

With his long legs and magic pulsing through his veins, Jackson crosses the Land of Darkness at a pace faster than most people can run. It only takes him about fifteen minutes to reach the first set of iron bars that align with the outer rim of the castle. When he gets there, Jackson frowns, taking the iron in his hands.

Because upclose he realizes that this enclosure is much less impressive than it looks from afar. Jackson shakes the bars and finds that, absurdly, they move - not rigorously rooted in the ground or anchored to each other. He huffs a bit in derision, thinking that whoever made this cage did quick or lazy work with it, and that if he had been in charge -

No, he grew up in a cage - a mental one, if

his magic and pulling

he steps through them. "Whoever made these could have at least

try to find his way through or around the maze of cages. Instead he just moves forward, just casually calling on his magic and pulling the bars apart every time he

to the left, his eyes immediately finding a small, dirty patch of white cloth in the distance. He sniffs again and then turns, moving faster now through the cages, heading directly for it. Because he's sure - absolutely sure

within the past few days, at least, she's been

sight because - what on earth is that? That's not...that's not.it couldn't be

fence after fence, Jackson's fears subside as he realizes

the final fence and leans against it, frowning down at the dirty duvet and collection of pillows resting there. Because...what the

when the rest of the cages are entirely empty? And why on earth does

the cage, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he leans against the bars and stares down at the ground. Because he just doesn't get it why the hell does this elaborate system of eages exist? And why are they empty,

his time here? Should he

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