Leonore led the king, along with Thalia and Alan to the dungeon beneath the castle, where all the prisoners were held captive.
Most of the cells, which had previously held the cursed cultist prisoners were now left empty and everyone knew it was not because they had escaped.
They halted at the cell at the back, coming to stand before a silhouette of a man, hunched over, shoulders shaking and uttering incoherent whispers.
He looked pathetic and the witch immediately felt sorry for him. Her heart hardened with hate for her master. This was what he did...he caused men and women to lose what made them human, turning them into a shell of what they used to be.
He killed. He stole. He destroyed.
And she certainly wasn't going to let him take from her without taking back from him. She would make him pay, that much she was certain of.
Leonore tapped on the cell bars, a playful rhythm that instantly got the prisoners' attention.
