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Deep within the dim dungeon, the air was thick with the stench of mold, rot, and rust. Torchlight cast wavering, restless shadows across the iron bars.
Every ten steps, sword-bearing guards stood in the shadows. Silent as statues, their sharp eyes continuously swept every corner.
Going from the cheerful, bustling banquet hall to this cold, decaying dungeon was like riding a roller coaster.
After the engagement ceremony was completed, Genn needed to interrogate the captured werewolf assassin.
He could hardly wait; a pressing sense of crisis filled his heart.
The werewolves had not only been active in the royal capital, but had even infiltrated the Royal Palace. The thought sent chills down his spine.
"Lord Deren, I'm sorry to trouble you," Genn Greymane said apologetically as he led Deren and his companions onward.
"It's fine. I happened to want to observe a strange creature like a werewolf myself," Deren said casually. The two female dragons followed behind him.
Between them was the protected Night Elf Priestess, Berisha. Her eyes nervously scanned this terrifying place.
Varian and Daelin had come along as well, whether to watch the excitement or observe a new species.
"We're here!" After passing through the final iron gate, the group entered a spacious interrogation room, brightly lit by magical light sources.
The guard captain in charge of the Prison guards saluted the king who had entered.
"Well? Has this beast woken up yet?" Looking at the werewolf tightly bound in iron chains, Genn could not help frowning. He feared that one day, he too might become such a beast.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, this monster has remained unconscious," the guard reported loudly.
The moment Genn heard the word "monster," his expression darkened further.
"Wake him up!" Genn