Stepping his foot into the underground dim-lit dungeon of the Palace, accompanied by one of the guards incharge of overlooking the tortures of the place, Ivan's crimson eyes glowered with an eerie intensity upon sighting the rows of deplorable felons who had been shackled to the cold walls.
They appear to be in a terrible condition as a result of the torture they had experienced, and Ivan could see it as their mercy that his uncle wasn't available to deal with them like proper animals. Aside from the Royal Fletcher who had been shackled separately, the remaining men were moles caught by his guards who patrolled the main capital of EmptyHollow, and from the faint energy he picked around their presence, he could tell they were the witches' minions, thus, he sighed wearily as if bored of having to deal with these people.
