C90 Chapter Ninety

Aria's POV

The air in the pit was thick, damp, and smelled of mold and earth. I could barely make out the walls of the small space I was trapped in, but from what I could see, it looked like a dungeon. The walls were rough stone, and the floor beneath me was cold, hard dirt.

The only source of light came from the metal grates overhead, spilling thin, slanted beams across the room