Late in the night when the castle was partially silent, Cyrus silently made his way down to the castle dungeon to have a word with the northerners the king had captured. It was odd they had been captured in the first place and Cyrus found it strange they were remaining quiet when they could easily break free. They were all demons after all. King Richard had no idea what he welcomed into his castle.
Cyrus walked in the shadows, his white hair on display and his red eyes vibrant in the darkness. He revealed his true appearance as it made him stronger. He was like a leaf in the wind floating by the Blackwell guards in the dungeon.
Cyrus sniffed the air when he stumbled across two passageways going left and right. He followed the right side where he was sure to find the northerners. The lack of Blackwell guards at this point meant they were too afraid to be anywhere near the captured men.
