Elion had hoped that his captor would show up soon after he woke up, but a full day had already passed, and he was starting to grow impatient, his initial caution slowly giving way to irritation as he lay there with nothing to do but think.
Wasn't it common courtesy to appear before your hostage after they woke up and state your demands and reasons for kidnapping them?
Well… apparently not.
"Where is this bastard…" he thought, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as his fingers twitched uselessly against the restraints.
At least he didn't need to worry about the elements assaulting his body.
Even though the room was cold, it wasn't unbearable, probably thanks to his physique, since the passive protection that mana usually afforded him didn't seem to be working at the moment, not when he had effectively been stripped of it by those damned chains.
Even so, his body wasn't reacting the way a normal person's would. He didn't feel hungry yet.
