Red flowers

Erzelus’s POV

When I managed to open the doors to Macabantran castle, everything seemed to be happening in a flash of light, and everything was in a blur. I was sucked into the Macabantran dungeons at a breakneck pace. The force of Nahevra’s command had such a strong pull on me that regardless of my attempt to resist and fight it, I was absorbed into dungeons at warp speed, like dirt into a sponge.

I woke up in a cage. I was lying on the dirty floor, which was filled with rotten corpses, moulded food the corpses around me probably ate when they were alive, rotten remains, and dust of Wengarthria. I was naked and in my human form, smudged and dusted with crappy substances of soil and dust of Macabantran dungeons, tied with silver and wolfsbane. The stench of death and decay here is unbearable, more than in any other place we have visited in Wengarthria. The sound of the demons’ orgies somewhere adjacent blended with the cackles of those demons who were passing by my cell and mocking me