The dungeon was quiet again after Wei Tingche left. It felt oddly lonely. Fu Ling felt like he had gotten used to being with Chaos all the time.
He lay back down, staring at the damp stone ceiling. He was about to retire for the night. There was really nothing to do here but to sleep and stare at the wall philosophically. He chose the former.
He pulled the rough blanket tighter around himself. It was brought over earlier, the same time the chains on his wrists were loosened. The ones on his legs stayed. They seemed to be afraid of him.
He knew that this must be because of Wei Tingche's intervention because those people planned to keep him in chains until the war was over. But they probably never considered that if he wanted to, he would be out of here faster than they could realize he was gone.
