Chapter 610 - How does it feel?

The once proud, and feared warmonger, the Saurus General, Zokor was being kept chained like an animal in some dark and damp cave somewhere deep inside the rebels' base. 

The only source of light, a single bronze brazier that hung above the blocked entrance, provided a dim, obscure illumination, shrouding the broad, bulky figure, hiding his grotesque, horrid expression that was plastered on his face.

Though he always displayed a strong front, he projected the aura of a fearless, brutal predator, in truth he was just the same as everyone else. Some say the more powerful you became, the more strength and standing you reach, the more fearful you became of your eventual, and inevitable demise. 

The more you have to lose, the more worried, concerned you became.