Iris tapped her finger on the rock that was connected to the chain binding her legs and arms. She took a deep breath and looked around in a daze. For a moment, he remembered what happened before he lost consciousness and was trapped in Miguel's magic box.
Iris sat on an iron grate that had rusted, and the smell of iron was very strong. The floor was made of dirt, a candle was burning in the iron grate, not much, but enough to make light in this darkness.
Iris pondered, this place was the Megalima Kingdom's dungeon, a place where no one could ever escape, even with magic. Miguel had put her in this place on purpose so she wouldn't interfere with her plans to resurrect the Hydra.
