Chapter 133: Depths of despair

The dungeon was nothing like the lavish rooms I had once called my prison—it was far, far worse.

Cold. Dark. Suffocating.

The air was thick with dampness, the scent of rot and decay clinging to the walls like a second skin. Chains rattled in the distance, though I could not see where. My world w...

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