The walls constructed from rough stones were covered in mottled moss, and the dim torch flickered in the cold air.
The bulky iron bars were full of the rust of years, as if they were the tears of time. In the darkness, the candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows on the cold walls, exuding a heavy and oppressive sense of despair.
Heretic Judgement Court, dungeon.
This was the most terrifying and the most secure prison on the Mireya Continent.
A corner forgotten by the world.
Every brick and tile here was inscribed with complex runes, set with magic prohibition and surveillance spells, making it impossible for even a mosquito to escape easily.
Occasional dragging of chains and low moans came from the depths of the blackness, accompanied by angry roars like those of monsters, sending chills down one's spine.
On the outside of the dungeon, in a dark solitary cell.
