305-M smiled at Adaloun. The redhead's crazed eyes met his. He knew something awful was about to happen to him. The madman dragged a table close to him. Adaloun could hear the metal clinking against one another as 305-M dragged it close to him.

"Very well," 305-M said while catching his breath. "I am quiet interested on how you managed to callback that stone. To be honest with you, I didn't imagine it doing that! But I guess my brilliance could foresee that!" He yanked his head back and looked smugly at him.

Adaloun tried to yank the bindings once more but wasn't able to budge them. As 305-M said, it was created from the same material as the collars, so it was unbudgeable especially when his powers are at bay. But he still tried anyway! He didn't want to die there in agony at the hands of the sadistic slave.

305-M pulled out a piece of parchment and laid it on the table. He took his quill and inkwell, then began writing while saying his words out loud, "Jovis, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 19th day of Fall, Time: Mid-level of Dunsupar. I Servus 305-M will now commence the vivisection of Servus 132-X or to be called as Origin-X. This operation will be about finding the exousia pathways that made it possible for him to hold the aetherium without his power being drained…"

The madman took a glance at him and smiled. "I shall now commence." He put his quill on the inkwell and proceeded to pick up a bundle of cloth and a curved-edge knife.

Seeing this, Adaloun panicked. He struggled and tried to yank his way out of the bind, no matter how impossible it was.

"W-what are you doing?" He struggled. "Get away from me I warn you!"

The madman paused and tilted his head to one side. "Why, you ignorant fool! I just told you! I will do vivisection on you!" 305-M cursed under his breath, annoyed at Adaloun's stupid question. "You layman should just shut-up and contribute to my cause!"

The redhead crumpled the cloth on one hand while placing the knife on Adaloun's neck. "You better cooperate! You son of a bitch! If you want me to prolong your life."

Faced with no choice, Adaloun nodded. 305-M smiled and gagged him with the cloth he crumpled earlier. The madman raised his knife, flaunting its sharpness as the light from the lamp shone on it. He slowly placed the sharp edge on Adaloun's chest and was about to begin when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Adaloun could see the frustration on the madman's face as he threw the knife on the table and walked away stomping his feet. He could hear him shouting at someone and heard ceramic and glass breaking.

"GODS BE DAMNED! You incompetent fool" He heard 305-M cursing at someone. "Get out of here! I don't need this crap!"

Adaloun could hear a girl sobbing. "Pick that up, you useless trash! I should've offered you to the temple!" 305-M continued degrading the poor person.

After another tirade of cursing and degrading, 305-M came back on sight. He was holding his left hand up, it was bleeding. The slave fumbled for a piece of dry cloth to stop the bleeding from his hand. He opened one of the cabinets and started ravaging it, as he looked for a cloth. As he did so, an object wrapped in cloth fell to the ground and almost hit his foot.

He was able to dodge his foot at the last second before cursing some more and swiping it out of his way. A moment passed and finally, he was able to find the perfect cloth to wrap around his arm. He cleaned his wound first by pouring strong wine on it before he wrapped the wound.

He went back to him holding his arm up to his chest. Adaloun could see the dismay on 305-M's face. The madman looked at him intently before looking back at the table. He wanted to continue with investigation, but the left hand was bothering him.

He went back to the cabinet and grabbed the bottle of strong wine. He popped the cork off and took a swig of the obnoxious liquid to numb his throbbing hand. He went back to Adaloun coughing.

"I…cough…hate that crappy wine!" He picked up the knife once more using his good hand. "So, going back, I will be carving your chest. I will peel the skin off it and see if there are any form of abnormal pathways beneath it. I want to know how you made that aetherium obey you!"

Adaloun made a last-ditch effort to try and plead for him. He was helpless once again. He felt something was off. The more he struggled the more he became light-headed and felt numb.

305-M pressed the blade gently on Adaloun's skin. The sharp edge made no difficulty in wounding the poor subject as blood trickled from the small cut.

"Oh!" 305-M lifted his knife away from Adaloun. "I forgot to tell you, that cloth I gagged you with has a small hint of herbevera! You know the sleeping poison? It won't kill you. Ummm…it's quiet a small dosage to kill you. On the contrary, I just want to numb you a bit so I can easily cut you up without spoiling the specimen." The redhead winked. He went back to continue slicing Adaloun open.

The poor Adaloun couldn't do anything anymore. He no longer had control over his body, the drug had finally taken effect. His mind was starting to fade away when all of the sudden he felt a strong tingle coming from his spine.

The burst of energy awakened him. Just adjacent to the cabinet, he could see the cloth-covered item slowly unwrapped itself revealing his missing weapon. The gladius glowed as it floated exposing its beautiful vein-like patterns spread over the pale, blue-colored blade.

Somehow, 305-M hadn't noticed it even though it glowed so bright that Adaloun had to squint his eyes to focus on the weapon. The gladius blade slowly pointed its tip towards the focused madman.

Adaloun felt the 305-M's knife carving his skin. Another surge of power spread all over his body. The madman noticed his Adaloun's eyes glowed. 305-M was caught off-guard with the sudden glow of Adaloun's eyes, he dropped his knife and stepped away as quickly as he could.

The gladius flew right pass the redhead's face before impaling itself to the metal bolt of one of the biddings. It destroyed the binding immediately after it pierced through the bolt. The blade let out a bright flash that threw the madman against the wall knocking him out.

Strangely enough, Adaloun was able to control the sword even with the other bindings still attached to him. But that wasn't a time for him to wander about such phenomenon. He held the blade with his free hand and pierced the bolt of the rest of the bindings until he was finally free.

He jumped out of bed and scoured for clothing inside the cabinet at the foot of the bed. Luckily, he was able to find some clothes. They were smaller than his frame but, he rather wore the tight clothes than running naked.

After wearing the clothes, he then took a clean folded blanket and used it as a hood to conceal himself while protecting himself from the cold. He looked back at the red-haired madman lying on the floor and felt no sympathy for him. He wished he would just die, but he highly doubted that.

He opened the door and found a dark and empty corridor. The hallway way was devoid of light, there were no lamps lit and even the moonlight couldn't penetrate the darkness of the castle. Adaloun gripped his sword tightly as the pale, blue glow shone from the sword.

With that little light that he had with him, he stepped out of the room and began his way out of the god-forsaken castle.