"Depriving soul spirits... blood sacrifice to the Abyss..."
The gentle voice echoed through the magnificent corridor, as sticky blood plasma surged from the darkness, transforming into a flowing river.
Eleanor's expression was somewhat grave as she halted her steps, gazing into the deep, scarlet depths of the corridor.
Prince Ryan was just ahead, and the path to the deepest part of the dungeon wasn't supposed to be long, but no matter how far she walked, the bloody corridor before her remained endless.
The space of the Royal City's sewers had been completely polluted, the originally old and grimy gray bricks had been replaced with the royal palace's intricately carved walls.
The so-called 'imprisonment' was a joke from the start, as Prince Ryan had never left his Lion's Heart Throne.
At the moment when the Prince personally cut open the old king's heart with a knife and fork, and devoured it, the fruits of power had long been plucked into his pocket.
