Drip, drip.
In a damp, dark space, droplets of water with earthy smell kept falling from above, forming small muddy puddles on the dirty ground, gently rippling outwards.
This place was a dungeon filled with the smell of blood and decay.
On the stone walls hung torches, whose flickering flames cast the shadows of rusted, black iron bars on a figure leaning against the wall in the corner.
That figure was bound tightly by chains, forced to maintain a stiff sitting posture.
The faint firelight revealed shocking scars on their rough skin.
"Heh heh, you despicable human, you're finally about to be executed!"
Footsteps of booted feet approached, and two fully armed goblin soldiers walked towards the human, one in front and one behind.
The leading strong goblin soldier wore a mocking smile on his dark green face, "You nearly annihilated our elite Prime Minister's Guard of a middle team scale, so what? You still got captured after the Prime Minister himself took action, right?"
