Chapter 25
The Monster King
The wind picked up, and gusts of sand assaulted the Monster King’s exposed cheeks. He inhaled deeply, catching the metallic scent of blood.
There were fewer inmates now. Somehow, pregnancies had started to rise within Joro, and as a result, there were fewer and fewer citizens to choose from. Even women in the Camp were beginning to expect more frequently.
He watched as a Dragor yanked a man through the sand, leaving a trail of blood behind. What used to bring him so much joy no longer did. He needed more.
At least there would be more children to offer Somnium.
Fucking Somnium. He was expected to arrive today for his collection. He ground his teeth together in agitation. He looked at the two cages filled with women and their babies, soft cries and moans coming from both.
The Monster King smirked, an idea forming. He would offer less to Somnium today, despite the numbers being up.
He yelled at the Dragors to return one of the cages filled with people to their cells.
The sound of footsteps drew his gaze over his shoulder, and he saw Jason.
Another fucking puppet, he thought.
Jason’s torture revealed nothing. He now wore a fresh scar along his right cheek that was swollen with stitches, and as a result, his long beard had been half-shaved.
“The dome has cracked, Sire,” Jason said to him as his attention held on the trail of blood in the sand.
The Monster King’s eyes widened, and he felt his heart start to pick up its pace. “It finally cracked? Have they been able to gain access?”
“No.” Jason shifted his feet in the sand. “The dome cracked, and they attacked it another dozen times before giving up.”
Anger bubbled through him. “Tell them to continue attacking!”
“Yes, Sire.” Jason turned around and walked away.
Finally, he thought, we’re getting close.