Tang had good reason for his guess.
Her condition was not even quite the same as Yiwu's.
The little dragon was malnourished at worst.
She, on the other hand, had been getting no nourishment at all—
Before Babaya became a soul coin, she could still draw some essence from Babaya's corrupted soul to make up for the nourishment she had lacked since her imprisonment.
But after they arrived in the Ebony Forest, the dream the Fairy had created severed her connection to Elusha. She could no longer use the soul coin to locate her own body, leaving her starving for months.
"No wonder I haven't dreamed of her lately. The Succubus hasn't had anything to eat..."
As he spoke, Tang slid the tray in his hand between the bars of the cell and called out,
"Number 13, dinner!"
The cells of Great Wall Prison formed a ring, descending tier by tier to the bottom of the Golden Mountains, much like the Adventurer's Guild in Dragon Gold City.
Since the prisoners here were serving long sentences, many of them violently inclined, each cell held only one inmate. Tang had learned from the head chef that there were 999 cells in all, 731 of them occupied.
Prisoners sent here effectively lost their names. Their cell numbers became their names. If Leon really was sent to the Great Wall, Tang figured he would be called Number 732.
At his call, a Tiefling emerged from the darkness deeper in the cell.
He was gaunt and plainly malnourished, with little interest in food—especially after seeing the lump of mush.
"Can't you... really... get a different cook? Even rye bread would be better..."
"But that wouldn't be as nutritious."
Tang poured him a cup of water from the jug.
"I hear that if prisoners' meals are