Thomas lifted the lamp and circulated the light around, looking carefully around them. There is not only one iron bar, but there are others that are lined up to the end.
"Can you smell a living person?" Thomas looked at Morgan as he strode from cell to cell, not at all different from the first time they had seen him.
The difference is that this one still leaves black flesh and skin, it is not clear whether those in this cell are a group of humans or immortal beings.
"Too hard, smells of blood everywhere," Morgan moaned, covering his nose. "I can even estimate this floor was covered in blood."
Thomas frowned in disdain, they kept walking from cell to cell. Litzy curled up in Morgan's hair and didn't dare open her little eyes.
Thomas stopped his steps, he turned to one of the cells where the iron bars still contained fresh blood.
