Back in the kingdom of Askye, in the lower dungeons, piercing screams could be heard over and over again.
New prisoners had been brought, and they hadn't gotten used to the pain. Soon enough, they would get accustomed to it and their throats would no longer be wide open.
Oren, in one of the cells, laid helpless as he looked up towards the dark ceiling.
Far from resting, he was thinking.
Thinking of what to do, how to escape, but no matter how much he pondered and pondered, he couldn't see a solution or a weakness to manipulate to get out of here.
Tsk, damn Damon for the onyx stone. Where did he even find it?
And how much…had he researched about magic?
There were three days left. Before the day of his demise.
His lips twisted at the thought. It was quite horrible knowing your days were literally numbered.
"Aaaaaakgh! Pl-ah-ease!"
His eyes blinked, hearing the sound of this scream. It was a woman and he quirked a brow. What had the lady done?
