C95 Chapter Ninety Five

Denderick's POV

The stench of rot and blood hit me before my eyes adjusted to the dim light in the dungeon. I had prepared myself for the worst, but nothing could have steeled me for the horror that lay before me.

The flickering light from the braziers illuminated rows of women- no, skeletons- chained to the walls, their bodies barely alive. Their hollow eyes, sunken and lifeless