Chapter 161

Hazel's POV

I arrived at the dungeon, the oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily upon my shoulders, the dim lighting casting long shadows that seemed to dance and twist with malevolent intent. The air was thick with the stench of sweat and fear, a tangible reminder of the suffering that lingered within these cold stone walls.

I wasted no time as I strode through the labyrinthine corridors, my steps echoing in the silence of the dungeon like the steady beat of a war drum. My mind raced with thoughts of 'John' and the information he potentially held, each passing moment a precious commodity in our race against time.

A sense of urgency gripped me like a vice. I had made the decision to put the guards who were tasked with guarding the prisoner known as 'John' under strict supervision. They were not allowed to leave their posts, ensuring that there would be no chance of the capture leaking to Damian, our elusive enemy.

The torture warden, a grizzled man with a hardened expression, was slump