Lord Shadow - Chapter 1556: The Trace of Grand Path

Because everyone that knows about the existence of this prison knows that he is the one that designed the idea for Tartarus, they were worried that he would find a way to break out of the cell and in turn break away from the prison

So, the cell he is right now is not connected to the wall of Tartarus.

What most people don’t know about Tartarus is that Tartarus itself is a living dimension.

It might not be as smart as human but it has instinct and it has some kind of sentient thought once in a while

The people imprisoning Boris in this prison feared that Boris might know how to manipulate the prison walls and so, a cell was crafted for him and then they relocated every other prisoner in the northern sector to other sector making him unable to spoke with anyone

He has been left alone for months. Boris understood why. They could not kill him and they fear the consequences of torturing him if one day he were to be released

When he first enters the prison, he wanted to meet Jean. But he also knows that the chance is slim. Boris knows the original nine guardians of Tartarus.

But the management of the prison is not exactly under the purview of the Senate. It is in a black book, hold by the Secret Keeper of the Senate.

And by now, most of the Guardians is probably something that he did not know. And the Secret Keeper of the Senate is not exactly chummy with the Senate and him particularly.

The Secret Keeper is one of Republic trump card and also someone who…. walk outside of the rules of the Senate. The Secret Keeper sometimes does not even reside in the Republic territory.

And Boris did not touch the management of the prison. Because he never felt the need. Because in the past, the Senate is his senate.

But when the Senate is no longer his senate, he is now regretting the fact that he did not pay more attention to Tartarus.

As for Jean, even though he is the Center Guardian of Tartarus, one of the Nine Guardian, he simply took the position without doing much work.

Because never before in the case of Tartarus that someone managed to break out.

And all the other eight guardians are already enough to ensure the security of the Prison. Hence, even though Jena technically howls the position of the Cenetr Guardian, the amount of time he had gone down to Tartarus and inspect the prison could be counted in one hand.

To some people, one might not understand why Boris would want to meet with Jean.

After all, they are supposed to be enemies.

But only he and Jean understand it.

And even though Boris did not know what happened after he is being imprisoned, those people in the Senate knows that Jean did not approve of what he did

But he also did not bust out Boris out of prison. In other words, he remains neutral.

So, after a while, he did not say a thing. He just waits.

And what is he waiting for? A change in situation.

The fact he is still alive and he is still in prison, means there is a chance.

Killing him…would open a can of worms all over Europe. And the Senate knew that and the Senators also knows that.

And it because of that he is still alive. Until they could pull out all of his influence all over Europe and the world, they still have to wait.

And since they could wait, Boris would accompany them in waiting.

Boris sighed

Years changed a man and it changed him. In the past, such injustice would fill his heart with frustration. But now, now he is very patient.

The fact that they betrayed him did not kill him, means he still have a chance.

And that chance will come.

And so, before that chance comes, he just has to wait. Some people believe that his sister had died. And that Death Monarch died with her.

Boris do not believe that.

He refuses to believe that.

Of course, if he knew what is happening outside the wall of Tartarus, he would be very overjoyed

Katarina is alive. And she is out there, complaining, shrouding the entire Europe with dark clouds and snow fall.

Outside, there is already people that is trying to force the Senate to release Boris.

He did not know all of these.

And he does not know the passing of night and day.

Here, everyday seme the same. It felt like time passes but it also felt like time had not passes at all

It is always gloomy, always dark like the prison itself wanted to drain you from all of your happiness.

Boris opens his eyes for a moment and in his mind, he practices the methods of taming. After all, even though he is more preoccupied with matters of the state, he also a very accomplished Beast Tamer

He would not get the title of Beast King if could not tame beast.

There are many people with Beast Tamer class in the world. It is not that unique of a class. But not many people reach the level that Boris had reached

The monsters he could control reach the level that could fight against Disk Formation. Beast Taming is a different kind of way toward strength

But there are thousands of Ways and Path, and each Way and Path need to be proven

Whether it be the Way of Invincibility, Way of Perfection or the Way of Beast Taming, all of this is Way and Path.

But Boris still could not see his Grand Path

Just like Death Monarch thought all those years ago, Boris is not a And those who could persist, those who could endure, and those who could prove the Wayt is the winner.

But Boris still could not see his Grand Path

Just like Death Monarch thought all those years ago, Boris is not a person that could see the Grand Path.

But now, in this prison, with nothing else to do, all he could do every day is thinking.

And he developed a new method in his mind and the more he thinks about it, the feasible his thought became and so he created his own technique.

And he could fell a kind of trace.

A trace of a path..

Of an aura.

Of some kind of connection.

Of course, he did not think deeply of this but if its Katarina, Jean, Hikigaya, Raymond, Oreki, Death Monarch and Loki feel this aura, they would instantly know that this is the aura of a Grand Path

Like a gate, like a road.

A gate that needs to be opened. A road that guides.

Even though he could not use any of his energy, he could still use his mind to create new methods.

That is one of the things he had learned to do when he is in captivity.

Like the day before and the day before that

Beyond the confines of his cell, a haunting wind sweeps through the air, carrying with it eerie whispers from the ethereal realm.

Haahhhh..

Boris, with a firm resolve, simply closes his eyes, attuning his mind to the enigmatic presence approaching him—the wraiths.

As one of the architects of this prison, he possesses invaluable knowledge that renders him immune to the sinister methods employed by these otherworldly entities.

The wraiths, spectral beings driven to drain joy and happiness from their victims, wield an insidious power—the ability to infiltrate dreams and twist them into harrowing nightmares.

Among many other horrifying abilities that they posses

In the recesses of the mind, they have the capacity to mould any thought into a sinister manifestation.

What you mind could think of, it could morph into it.

But even in the face of such malevolence, Boris remains unafraid.

Because he knew the weakness of the wraith.

it could not rid of obsession

Each day, he diligently awakens, exercising his mind like a masterful artisan shaping intricate sculptures.

He harnesses the power of obsession to counteract the wraiths’ maleficent influence.

Rather than cower under the shadow of despair, Boris transforms his cherished memories into unyielding fortresses of determination.

When the wraiths encroach upon his cell, every day, their dark presence attempting to siphon all that is good and joyful, Boris’s eyes become a defiant flame, and his will an unbreakable bastion.

He stands as a testament to resilience, his spirit fortified by the knowledge that the wraiths cannot extinguish the flames of his indomitable spirit.

And maybe because of this tempering, every day since the past few months, that allow him to slightly feel the Grand Path.

In the confines of his cell, Boris impatiently awaits the arrival of the wraith.

His gaze fixes upon the cell door, a mere five feet away, tantalizingly close.

He snorts, contemplating the deceiving proximity of his only escape route.

In Tartarus, however, distance is an illusion—this prison is not merely a place of confinement but a realm of mental and physical torment.

Within these grim walls, hope is an intangible concept, an ephemeral dream that never truly materializes.

Any glimmer of hope is but a fabrication, a mirage that fades into nothingness upon closer inspection.

The cell door, seemingly within reach, may lead to another barrier or an illusory passage, a spatial trap that taunts him with the illusion of progress.

In this desolate prison, hope is akin to the futile efforts of Sisyphus, eternally condemned to roll a boulder uphill, only to witness it roll back down every time.

It is a poignant reminder of the pointlessness of aspiration within the cold embrace of Tartarus.

That is how pointless hope is in this prison.