Deep in the Royal Prison, the air is thick with the stench of blood, screams echo relentlessly, even the rats lurking in the shadows tremble, daring not to make a sound.
Dim torches cast twisted shadows on the walls, the clattering of chains fills the dark space.
This is the interrogation room.
In the center of the interrogation room stands a colossal machine forged from granite and Black Iron, which the prison guards call the "Blood and Flesh Grinding Plate," said to have been personally invented by Lord Cassius.
Clearly, they know nothing.
Lord Marinus has already used it to kill countless Ryan people, Cassius merely seized the opportunity, the only innovation being that he brought it to the forefront and stopped pretending.
At this moment, the execution machine is in operation.
The grinding gears emit a teeth-gnashing creak, like an untiring behemoth chewing on its dinner.
"Damn it... Why?! What's missing?! Holy Water isn't this color! Damn it!"
