Book 2 Chapter 59

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Throughout the years of his long life Ventriel has been allowed to witness many things, different kinds of creatures, different kinds of people, cities and the various ways they lived, different cultures. all kinds of magic both magnificent and horrifying. So let this paint a picture for saying what lay before him was on a completely different level that shook him to the core. 

"W-What kind of monster could do such a thing." Ventriel mumbled, his lip trembling at the horrors unfolding in front of him. Lining the walls, even the ceiling of the dungeon were the actual guards of the dungeon. Christopher said they were dead, which was to say not entirely accurate, the correct phrasing would be to say they're dying. Slowly.... Horribly slowly. A massive magic circle was etched throughout the dungeon, sprawling from the ground, to the walls, to the ceiling, both the hall he was standing in and several cells. The circle was glowing red in the center and it pulsed