Days melted into a haze of anguish and despair; the once-vivid cries of pain that took the forest by storm were now reduced to fractured murmurs that haunted the forest.
The misery had seeped into every shadow, every gust of wind, telling every passing soul about the horror this piece of land saw. It bore witness to the suffering of two wretched souls who had begged for the release of death but found no mercy in their captor's cold and merciless eyes.
Five days had passed since Liam and Mathias were dragged to this unyielding hell. The forest, once alive with nature's melody when they arrived, now resonated with their broken pleas. Faint echoes of agony that faltered into silence as their bodies betrayed them, not giving up on their souls.
At first, their howls pierced the air, raw and unrestrained. Now, the sounds were feeble, strained whispers from shattered men clinging to existence only because Valcroy demanded it.
