The warden had not been lying when he said there was nothing that could survive in the prison of no return. Just like its name, it only had one way in. It was built under the normal prison, or perhaps it had been there before the real prison, and the prison had been built on top of it. Sir black had been allowed a few hours to wait for his garments to dry after he cleaned them, so he could wear them. It was not as if clothes were lying around in the prison waiting for him to wear them.
Sir black had always prided himself on having his experimenting labs under the earth, but he had not been prepared for how deep the Vanka Prison went. They had been going lower and lower, sometimes in circular motion for a few minutes, and the warden had no sign of stopping.
