“I'm afraid you won't have a chance anymore!" Jameson grinned evilly.

Then, he ordered two men outside the door, “Watch him closely! Once he stops putting up a fight, we’ll tie him up.”

With that, he walked out of the room.

Darryl clenched his fists as he was about to curse out loud. However, he felt the anesthetic starting to take effect as paralysis spread throughout his body. In just ten seconds, Darryl lost all sensation in his body before he blacked out and fainted.

Darryl eventually woke up after being in a coma for some time. His mind still felt fuzzy. However, the moment he opened his eyes, he was stunned.

He was tied up and locked in a prison carriage made entirely of refined metal and the vehicle was moving slowly. There was a team of more than a dozen rider soldiers escorting the wagon.

He frowned as he looked at his surroundings. On his left was a mountain range and on the right was endless wilderness. It was clear he was no longer within the boundaries of the Day Ris