"Clang—"
In pitch-black darkness where one could not see their own hand, the sound of chains striking each other suddenly rang out.
Anwo, sitting on the stone bed, felt a surge of joy. He was about to stand when something suddenly occurred to him, filling him with unease.
This was Heaven Capital's dungeon.
They said that anyone who entered this place either died or lost a layer of skin, and not a single corpse carried out of here was whole.
Especially those instruments of torture hanging on the walls. Though they had not been used on him, they had still scared Anwo badly enough.
Ever since that gunshot, Abusek had thrown him in here and then gone silent. He had not even come to see him once.
Although his "adviser," Isher, had pounded his chest and assured him that he would be fine, Anwo could not help feeling nervous, afraid Abusek would kill him to silence him.
Just then, the unhurried footsteps finally reached the cell door.
Seeing Isher standing outside the bars with a tray in hand, Anwo's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and he sat back down on the stone bed.
After signaling the jailer to open the barred door, Isher slipped him some money and gestured for him to move farther away. Only then did he enter the cell with a smile and set the tray on the table.
"How did it feel to be a hero?"
"Terrible!"
Grabbing an oil flatbread from the tray, Anwo wolfed it down while mumbling through a mouthful of food, "All I wanted was to stay alive. I wish I'd never gotten involved in this bullshit."
"There were benefits too." Isher comforted him as he poured a cup of milk. "Eat slowly. Don't choke yourself to death."
"Hard to say..."
Anwo shook