Chapter 319 The Origin

"Who are you?" Tyler demanded of the massive seated figure. His voice echoed throughout the cavernous, ancient hall like a challenge. The young man stood panting. Every muscle in his body screamed from the grueling climb. It had been months since he crossed the forest tunnel into Wings Island. The moment he stepped through, the island's wards stripped him of his powers. No mystical energy surged through his veins. No divine contracts answered his call. Excalibur was nowhere in the ether, and Poseidon's Trident refused to manifest. Most surprisingly, his enhanced strength had vanished, leaving him as ordinary as the day he went to Montserrat Prison. The terrain had been merciless to Tyler. He climbed up jagged cliffs that clawed at his hands until they bled. He fought through vines thick as pythons, ensnaring his ankles. Endless dead drops forced him to crawl on bloodied knees. The young man had rationed the meager supplies from his pack, sleeping in shallow caves to avoid wild animals.