The air within the cellars of Hustings Cathedral was cold and chilling; Hudi walked with uneven steps, observing the ancient stone carvings that emerged from the darkness on either side, his vacant gaze fixed ahead.
"Hes... what place is this?"
"The underground dungeon of Holite Academy. This is where they killed me, just a bit further inside."
Hudi fell silent.
Just then, a shadow darted through the darkness, making him turn his head.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing... nothing."
He shook his head, thinking it was a hallucination.
The iron torches in the niches, extinguished half a century ago, left this sunless place to the Dragon Worshippers who used it for their ghastly deeds. The damp dungeon still seemed to echo with the sighs and groans of the tormented.
Even the distant corridor echoed with chilling screams.
It was as if the souls of the tormented were still bound here, suffering endlessly day and night.
