UNMEI: Pantheon's Game - Chapter 142: Shape Of Neba

... ched. Cold metal bars rattled beneath his back. He was in a cage, thick and twisted, its material pulsing faintly with a green Neba.

Damn it.

Above him, tree canopies whispered as they passed beneath. The cage rocked slightly, he was being carried, dragged maybe, through unfamiliar terrain.

He groaned, shifting his neck. Around him moved masked figures, familiar now. The same robes, the same animal masks.

To his left walked the one with the yellow fox mask, the wo ...