Inside the cell, they ascended stairs and corridors, saw the laid demons. They had been held in an enchanted sleep, sadly it was temporary. Lyra and the dwarves were rushing inside, when Zimona began to tearing each throat with Lyra's dagger then watched them burn.
"Was it necessary?" Lyra asked.
"If we leave them be as they wake up would do the same with us, I won't take risks. They had born with demon blood, no mercy is in their heart," he explained and finished the last one and grasped the shackles keys. He cursed under his breath as he couldn't find the cell key.
They reached the iron doors and Suda stopped behind one.
"Prince Suran, are you there? This is me, Lyra," she said, praying to receive an answer.
"Prince? Is he a royal?" Zadove asked surprisingly. The girl nodded.
