Chapter 133: Forest Folks

The dungeon was dark and cold. Their hands were tied with tight ropes that were wrapped around their bodies. They were lined up inside a room, thick metal bars separating them from the dungeon's halls.

It was also dark. Dark that the only thing a normal person could see was the dim ember lamp at the end of the hall. In their Adventurer vision, the brightness was like daytime but the sun was covered with thick clouds.

"I still can't comprehend what has happened," Elliot said. "That Hoot betrayed us and offered us to the guards like we're criminals."

"Where was the assassin she ordered to point us in this situation, anyway?" Connor grunted.

Hope cleared his throat and pointed his lips at the cell in front of them. There laid the man in skin tight body suit. His head was on the ground, chopped off from his body.