Chapitre 226: Message

The constant sound of drops from the ceiling feeding puddles on the floor echoed in the Imperial dungeon. What on the surface was the most opulent and lavish place in Goldhaven, several feet below was a putrid and dilapidated place. 

The constant stench of rotting flesh came from the carcasses of rats and other small animals unfortunate enough to lose their lives there, and the slime on the walls prevented the smells from evaporating and escaping, creating a sort of sticky patina. 

The flying demon rested its tiny black legs on a horizontal bar, closing its wings and chirping. "Tweet!" it exclaimed as if calling out to the prisoner who resided in that cell.

Beyond the bar of metal eaten away by rust and moisture, a figure appeared from the darkness, moving slowly toward the robin.