Avoros opened his eyes with a start as if he had just had a nightmare. His body was on the cold floor of the cell they had put him in ever since his last beat-up with Katherine, he didn't know someone like her could be that strong. Or was he just getting older by the years?
He looked completely bruised and all he prayed for was the ability to die, but he couldn't. His regeneration had slowed down over the centuries and so his body itself was in absolute pain. He didn't know where he was or how long it had been since he was put in this place. It looked like a middle age dungeon with the walls and floor made from stone. It had no window nor a small hole to show any signs of sunlight outside.
