Lyonne felt like he was getting a headache from the moment he stepped into the dungeon for the fourth time that week. The pungent smell kept getting worse each time he went there but it felt like nothing could be done about it.
"What's the status?" He asked Azriel who was holding his favorite whip in his hands.
"They haven't said a word since I started. I'm starting to get pissed off!" Azriel hissed.
"It looks like they were trained well." Said Lyonne.
Just as Azriel was about to take another tool from his tray of torture devices, one of the men finally spoke up. "We have a message for you both." He said.
The three men shared glances and nods with each other before speaking up, "The fallen moon shall rise when stars collide, a lotus garden shall bloom from the ashes thrown at sea. The Zeal shall take what rightfully belongs to him." They said the words at the same time without missing a beat as if they were chanting a spell of some sort.
