A few moments later, Nidam and Ravager, stepping through the doorway, halted for a moment, allowing their eyes to adjust to the dimness.
The cold stone underfoot, slick with moisture, sent shivers up their spines. But it wasn't just the chilling atmosphere that made them uneasy; it was the sight before them.
Rows upon rows of spirits lay on the ground, their bodies battered and bruised, their chains clinking softly with each ragged breath they took.
Some seemed barely conscious, while others looked like they had fallen into a coma...The stench of despair hung heavily in the air.
"It's real..."
Ravager's fists clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white. Every ounce of him trembled with rage, and his eyes—normally a calm sea—were now stormy and filled with fire.
"This... this is monstrous," he growled, his voice echoing through the chamber.
