I'm Trapped Inside a Prince as the Most Powerful Entity-Chapter 64: Hope

Eric and Alina moved forward with extreme caution, their footsteps echoing eerily in the stone corridors of the hidden Spider Syndicate base.

The air was thick with the metallic smell of blood and the unsettling quiet that follows intense violence. Every shadow seemed to hold a new threat, every drip of water from the ceiling made them jump.

They were stepping deeper and deeper into an environment that felt like a freshly painted nightmare.

As they advanced, they encountered more grim evidence of the brutal conflict that had clearly raged through these tunnels just moments before Eric had regained consciousness.

The corridor ahead was scattered with even more bodies, a horrifying tableau of death. Some wore the rough, dark clothing of the Spider Syndicate thugs. Others, shockingly, were clad in the polished red and gold armor of Roland Kingdom knights.

They lay sprawled in unnatural positions, their weapons often still clutched in lifeless hands, their expressions frozen in masks of surprise or terror.

Surveying the carnage, Eric felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He had seen death before, but this was on a different scale, the brutality more evident. He couldn’t help but murmur aloud, his voice filled with disbelief and a dawning horror,

"What kind of... monster... were these people fighting to meet such a horrible fate?" The clean, precise cuts on some bodies, the crushed armor on others, the sheer number of fallen... it spoke of a power beyond anything he could comprehend.

Alina heard his whispered comment but remained silent, her own face pale but her expression grim. Her focus was fixed intently on their surroundings, her eyes scanning every dark corner, every doorway they passed.

She didn’t have time for philosophical questions about monsters; she was searching for her parents, and trying to stay alive. She knew, with a chilling certainty, exactly what kind of ’monster’ had caused this destruction.

It was Adam. And a part of her was terrified of him, while another, smaller part, was grimly grateful for his terrifying efficiency.

Suddenly, from the corridor ahead, came the sounds of shuffling feet and hushed, frightened whispers. A group of figures appeared around a bend, running frantically towards them, their faces etched with fear and desperation.

They were dressed in rags, their bodies thin and showing signs of mistreatment. Slaves, prisoners of the Syndicate.

Eric reacted instinctively. Despite his own fear, despite his lack of real combat experience, he immediately stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of Alina, raising his sword in a defensive stance.

He might be the ’useless Prince’, but he wouldn’t let these people, whoever they were, harm Alina if he could help it.

Meanwhile, Alina, her reactions honed by recent terror and the desperate need to survive, also moved swiftly. She tightly gripped the strange, metallic energy pistol Adam had somehow materialized for her – a weapon she still didn’t fully understand but knew was powerful.

She raised it quickly, aiming it with surprising steadiness towards the approaching figures, her finger hovering near the trigger mechanism.

The group of about a dozen raggedly dressed people halted abruptly upon seeing Alina and Eric blocking their path, especially when they saw the strange weapon in Alina’s hand. They skidded to a stop, their eyes wide with a new wave of fear. They had just escaped one danger, only to run into another armed pair.

"Please! Don’t harm us! We’re not Syndicate!" one of them, an older man with a haggard face, pleaded urgently, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender. "We’re prisoners here! We just escaped!"

Hearing this, Alina immediately lowered her energy pistol. Her tense posture relaxed slightly. Prisoners. Like the ones Adam had freed back in the Crestport base. Her heart went out to them.

She stepped forward, moving past Eric. Eric hesitated for a moment, still uncertain, still gripping his wooden sword tightly.

But seeing Alina move confidently towards the frightened group, seeing her lower her weapon, he slowly, reluctantly, sheathed his own wooden sword back into the simple loop at his belt. He followed a step behind her, watching the prisoners warily.

Reaching the frightened group, Alina spoke calmly but firmly, her voice clear and authoritative despite her youth. "It’s alright," she said, trying to reassure them.

"We’re not going to hurt you. We’re trying to get out too." She pointed back down the corridor, in the direction they had come from, the direction that eventually led to the hidden exit into the forest.

"The way out is back there. Go quickly. Anyone here who isn’t a citizen of the Roland Kingdom," she added, remembering Lucas’s new authority and the complications of international borders, "it might be best if you wait outside the main exit in the forest once you get clear. We’ll try to ensure everyone gets to safety shortly, but for now, just get out of this base."

The relieved captives nodded gratefully, tears of relief welling in some of their eyes. They murmured their thanks and quickly began to hurry past Alina and Eric, fleeing in the direction Alina had indicated, desperate to escape the horrors of the Syndicate’s prison.

As they hurried past, their faces a blur of fear and hope, Alina carefully scanned each one. Her heart ached with a desperate, painful longing. She searched every face, looking for her mother, her father, her brother.

But with each passing prisoner, her hope dwindled. None of them were her family. The ache in her chest deepened. They were not among this escaping group. But Adam had said her mother was at the main base... perhaps she was held in a different section. She had to keep looking. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Continuing forward after the last of the prisoners had vanished down the corridor, Alina and Eric encountered more scenes of unbelievable brutality. The further they went, the more bodies they found. Numerous corpses lay sprawled in grotesque positions, the aftermath of Adam’s devastating final attack with the spinning silver disc.

They saw the disturbing sight of several individuals wearing the Syndicate’s signature rabbit-faced masks – some of the ’Masters’ – their bodies brutally mutilated, cut cleanly in half or dismembered.

Eric visibly recoiled at each new grisly display, his face growing paler with each step. The sheer severity of the violence, the cold efficiency of it, was deeply unsettling.

Alina, though equally disturbed by the gruesome sights, seemed more focused, her determination hardening her features.

She had a goal: find her parents. The horror of the scene only strengthened her resolve to get them out of this terrible place. She pressed onward, forcing herself to look past the bodies, to focus on the path ahead.

She noticed a corridor branching off to their right. Unlike the main passage they were in, this one seemed to be lined with numerous heavy iron doors, each with a small, barred window. Jail cells. Perhaps this was where her family was being held.

She turned down the right-hand corridor, moving cautiously, peering into each cell as she passed. Many were empty, their doors hanging open, torn from their hinges – the work of Adam.

But some cells further down still seemed intact, and she could see desperate, frightened eyes peering out through the iron bars. More prisoners, who hadn’t yet been freed.

As Alina advanced slowly down this new corridor, her heart pounding with a mixture of hope and dread, a familiar voice suddenly called out from further down the passage, echoing slightly in the stone confines:

"Alina?"

Alina froze. Her breath caught in her throat. That voice... she knew that voice. It couldn’t be... could it? Her head whipped around.