Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2593: 1429: Resolve and Method

Drip, drip, drip.

Murky droplets of water leaked from the grimy walls, splashing onto a pale, refined face. The sudden chill forced her eyes to flutter open. Her distinctive slitted pupils were initially clouded with disorientation, but they sharpened into an expression of wary tension as she strained her muscles to survey the area.

This woman was none other than Dana.

Despite having shed nearly all her dragon clan characteristics to appear identical to a human, she retained the superior night vision of the dragon clan. In the shadows, her pupils adjusted, allowing her to better perceive her grim environment.

The distant flicker of a candle revealed the silhouettes of iron bars, causing Dana’s heart to plummet. A freezing sensation washed over her as she realized the gravity of her situation.

She was trapped alone within a dark, ancient dungeon. The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood and rot that was almost unbearable.

Having grasped her predicament, the young queen did not succumb to terror. Instead, she steadied her breathing and began to piece together her final memories.

It had been dawn, with dew still clinging to the foliage. Even the birds remained asleep in their nests when she and Davis had finished their inspection of the final secret agent outpost. They were traveling back toward the Forest-side Fortress.

However, shortly after taking flight, a sudden wave of dizziness hit her. The energy circulating through her body came to a grinding halt, and she collapsed into unconsciousness.

“Was it truly an ambush? I was far too careless.”

Dana massaged her throbbing temples, the sequence of events becoming clear in her mind.

“Wait, where is my brother? What happened to the other soldiers of the Imperial Guards?”

A look of deep concern crossed her beautiful face as she searched the room once more.

Beyond the reach of the dim candlelight, a slumped, human-shaped shadow became visible.

The figure was chained to the stone wall of the dungeon, completely still.

“Nate? Can you hear me?”

Dana’s slitted pupils contracted as she recognized the man. He was one of her finest subordinates—a courageous and steadfast Personal Guard Captain.

Despite Dana’s frantic calls echoing through the stone chamber, the figure did not respond. His wing membranes hung limply against the floor, clearly having been shredded beyond repair.

“Hahaha, so Nate is his name? He is certainly a stubborn one. I simply wished to inquire about that Otherworldly Lord, yet he hasn’t surrendered a single word.”

A sinister voice suddenly vibrated from the edge of Dana’s cell. She stiffened instantly, whipping her head around to see a powerful, hostile stranger who had appeared out of nowhere.

Dana was certain the space had been vacant just moments before.

“Who are you?”

Dana’s bright eyes locked onto the figure. She tried to surge to her feet, but a massive weight anchored her, forcing her back down to the floor.

Only then did she notice that her ankles were bound by heavy shackles carved with bizarre runes. The energy within her Dantian felt completely drained, leaving her unable to circulate her power.

“Those are Energy Drain Chains. They are forged from incredibly rare, high-grade meteorites and enhanced with forbidden runes. Legend says a fallen dwarf clan designed them specifically to suppress members of the Elf Tribe. These are tools used by first-class forces; their effectiveness is absolute.”

A cold, derisive voice continued as the robust stranger loomed over Dana. He sneered, “Tell me, how does it feel, Your Majesty? To be thrown into a cage just after recovering from a lethal illness? What is it like to be reborn, only to be cast back into the abyss?”

“Save your useless chatter; your words mean nothing to me. You will get no information regarding His Majesty of the Humans from my lips.”

Dana stared into the dark void beneath the stranger’s deep gray hood without flinching. Even though his features were hidden, she could feel the weight of his cruel, predatory gaze upon her.

“It is true that those with dragon clan blood possess a high tolerance for spiritual interference, and physical torture does not easily break your resolve.”

The menacing figure glanced over at Nate’s broken body hanging from the wall before turning back to Dana with a wicked laugh. “But what about your brother?”

“You monster! What have you done to my brother?”

Dana ground her teeth, her voice sharp with fury.

“Do you wish to know the details?”

The man’s voice turned deceptively smooth. “If you were to provide some intelligence regarding that Otherworldly Lord, I might consider granting your request.”

“In your dreams! His Majesty of the Humans is a figure a lowlife like you could never hope to touch!”

Without a moment’s pause, Dana spat back coldly, “The noble blood of the royal family flows through me. I will never submit to someone as pathetic as you. And my brother would never bow to you either!”

“It seems neither the Winged Prince nor you are easily swayed. Do you truly believe that a small amount of dragon blood makes you as prideful as the actual dragon clan?”

The stranger’s tone turned frigid and mocking. “Very well. According to my reports, you are merely tools for the Otherworldly Lord anyway. It is unlikely you possess any core secrets.”

“You cannot drive a wedge between us and His Majesty of the Humans. His greatness is far beyond anything your mind could ever conceive!”