"What's going on here!? I thought the captives were in the dungeon!" Danos yelled as he stared at the empty cell in the dungeon where the captures were supposed to be held.
He was still bleeding from the gunshot wounds, and it would take some time for him to heal due to those damn silver bullets. He was already lucky enough that none of those bullets penetrated any vital organ, and their surgeon was fast enough in removing the pesky bullets out of his body.
Still, according to his sources, three Elders had died. And the worst part was that those were the ones that he worked hard on to get the alliances that he needed. Those Elders would have in his pocket in any situation!
His veins were popping all over his body in great fury. He would kill the bastards they captured, including that menace Boris! "Where are they?!" he shouted.
