"This is Death Prison. Do you know its reputation? Even the sanest person will end up insane and can only leave here through death," Corvus uttered in an expressionless tone. Flat, yet more terrifying than haunting.
"Especially a traitor like you. There will be no place for you to hide or run. You should have thought about this before betraying the Emperor.
"Reflect on all your mistakes. Before the interrogation, which will be your worst nightmare, begins, it's better for you to confess everything. At least you can salvage your dignity and die honorably."
Stanmis Walsh staggered as he walked, having been forced to march from the silent city to the Alverton Empire. Walking to his death, barefoot, with energy-draining magical chains binding his hands and feet.
Blood trickled from his head. He stumbled forward, head bowed low. This was torture that shattered sanity, like walking on the fiery coals of hell.
