23. Punishment

The dimly lit corridor was lined with antique paintings and ornate, dusty furniture, creating an atmosphere of mystery and intrigue. The sound of Kendrick's footsteps echoed loudly against the polished marble floor, accentuating his frustration. His furrowed brow and clenched fists revealed his seething anger as he stormed ahead, completely ignoring Faith's desperate calls from behind.

"King, please, wait! Please listen to me!"

Her voice filled with concern and desperation, called out to him. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as he stubbornly kept on walking, taking long strides. She has already lost him in the pile of corridors. She couldn't match his speed.

He has already mind linked to his special guards to bring those bastards in this dungeon which is specially designed for torturing low lives.

Soon a concealed doorway appeared among the myriad of paintings. As he turned a corner, his steps led him right into this hidden passage. The door swung open silently, revealing a secret hall