The City Lord gave a cold, indifferent nod and walked deep into the dungeon. Numerous prisoners were locked away inside; their pupils were devoid of light, their faces unkempt and covered in stubble, their bodies filthy and covered in scars.
They had forgotten how long they had been trapped in this sunless dungeon.
Though these prisoners were still breathing, they were mere empty shells, and even dying was a luxury.
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