Chapter - 168
Jacob stumbled forward, his legs barely holding him upright as the dark mages dragged him through the treacherous mountain path. The jagged rocks beneath his feet cut into his skin, but the pain was nothing compared to the cold steel biting into his wrists. The heavy chains rattled with every step, their weight a constant reminder of his captivity.
The collar at his throat was worse: a barbed serpent of blackened steel, its fangs buried deep in the hollow above his collarbone.
A faerium amplifier, they'd called it. A collar forged specifically for him.
Jacob's faerium couldn't be suppressed like others—it surged through him in ways that defied conventional magic. So the dark mages had found another way.