Chapter 79 The Dungeons

There was an unexplainable stench of decay which was lingering heavily in the air, one couldn’t breathe in there, and every breath within the hopeless stone corridors of the dungeons was depressing. Dim torches flickered, casting eerie shadows on the damp, moss-covered walls. A chilling silence enveloped the space, broken only by distant, muffled cries of anguish that echoed through the abyss.

As Maverick was mercilessly dragged along, the huge shackles with which he was bound kept on clinking with every agonizing step, and the poor soul could really feel the cold dampness of it seeping into his very bones. The corridor kept on going with no end in sight, a maze of despair that twisted and turned, offering no glimpse of hope or escape. All he could see was darkness consuming him little by little, making him feel as if he was slowly being dragged down into hell itself.

The dungeon cells, like cages of despair, lined the corridor. Grotesque stains of blood and filth adorned the walls,