The dungeon was dark, damp, and airtight. Surrounded by hard walls, it was empty and didn't even have a bed.
Spark fell on the cold ground, his body curled up with pain, unable to exert any strength.
While he was groggy, a guard held a bowl and threw it in front of him. The food inside was spilled on the ground, emitting an unpleasant smell, and gray-green mold spots had grown on it.
Spark glanced at it and quickly looked away.
The guard sneered and said, "Not to your taste? Then don't eat. Just starve to death!"
Then he left the dungeon.
Spark closed his eyes and Claire's little face popped up in his mind.
He couldn't die…
After a while, Spark opened his eyes, propped his arms, resisting the pain on his body. He grabbed the dirty and smelly food on the ground, and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.
The next day, Ethan came to the dungeon.
