Lindarion's dark cloak was drenched in blood.
The man at his feet lay motionless, a chain piercing clean through his skull.
His stomach churned. His vision blurred. His entire body trembled as nausea took over.
Then—
He vomited.
"Pathetic."
Erebus' voice was as cold as ever, watching as the chain slithered back from the corpse and coiled beneath his cloak.
Without hesitation, he grabbed another prisoner and dragged him forward.
"They're all killers. Condemned to death. They don't deserve anything better."
The man thrashed in Erebus' grip, terror twisting his features.
"P-Please! Please, let me go!"
"Let you go?" Erebus scoffed. "Fine."
He ripped the chains from the prisoner's wrists and shoved a dagger into his palm.
Lindarion wiped his mouth, still breathing heavily. His eyes flicked from the man to Erebus.
'What is he doing?'
The prisoner froze, staring at the weapon in disbelief, his breath hitching.
"Kill the boy, and you're free."
The room fell into chaos.
