Chapter 122 Bargain And Condemnation

• He descended down the stairs, each step echoing through the quiet place that led to a secret dungeon. He walked through the cells with stone walls and filthy flesh scattered across the floor, chains fixed to walls, flickering torchlight from torches in iron sconces revealing the bones, skulls, and heaps of clothing worn by his unfortunate victims until he stood before a steel bar and a black coffin.
• Taking the keys from his pocket, he unlocked the cage and moved toward the coffin. The beautiful man approached in heavy, deliberate steps, his smile a flash of black decay as he opened the coffin with little force where a young man, with pale white skin, seemingly asleep lay in his slumber.
• "Dreymon," He called and in an instant, his eyes flew wide open and a look of shock flashed across his face seeing the figure before him.