Michael finally reached Sparta as the sun went down, making the fires and the carnage appear with even deeper shadows and brighter vibrance. The destruction was so clear...
And the castle had been left as nothing but rubble and corpses stuck in between the debris.
Michael dismounted his horse and started yelling. He couldn't find where the entrance was anymore, much less where the underground prison room where Saklas should be in was.
"Saklas! Saklas!" He yelled as loudly as he could, both out loud and with his telepathy.
But he knew it was no use.
Still, he would turn over every stone just to find him. If he had to dig up acres and acres of soil from where this castle once stood, he would. He knew it would hurt and exhaust his mostly human body, but he didn't care.
And so, he started digging with his hands and tossing everything aside. Bodies of servants, broken furniture, bricks….. He lifted them all and pushed them away.
