At the end of the Demons' dungeon, Nilsson was hanged from the ceiling. His legs were tied to the top with ropes as he shook gently like a chandelier. Although his vigorous continuation of resistance and plan a way to his rescue, he was trembling in fear, But guards were everywhere, they wouldn't let him go for a second,
"Your food" A fat beast with fuzzy black hair and a significant spot on his face got in. He held a dish of food in front of Nilsson's mouth, made him wrinkle his nose as a sign of disgust.
"Take it away from me, urgh" He tried so hard to not trow up.
"Just eat, think its one of your foods" the beast raised an eyebrow, shook his head.
"If you don't eat, you'll die before Noah ger here, that will make the king mad," he shrugged.
