"The East Kingdom's dungeon is different from the others," Elder Nua whispered as he was being dragged by his arms. His head hung low. He could not feel his lower body any longer. The two guards who took him from the arena simply pulled him away as if he were garbage that had to be taken care of. "I saw this one being built two decades ago. Thousands of lives were destroyed just to finish this and maintain the life-forces out of reach from the prisoners, a truly magical place. But now, it would be hell."
He left a long trail of blood instead of footsteps. "Where is the Grand Circle? Why aren't they interfering? This… destroys the balance in the mainland." He mumbled more.
The light started to fade as they took him deeper into the palace dungeons. There were also smells of rotten meat, sweat, and urine mixed on the air. It was undoubtedly putrid. The guards pinched their noses and coughed before quickly pulling the elder into one of the dungeon cells.
Plop!
