The concrete walls, ventilation shafts spaced at regular intervals, and huge painted markings at the corners all gave Theus a strong sense of familiarity.
"This network of tunnels feels more like an air-raid shelter," Theus remarked.
Ash glanced back at his lord but said nothing. Theus occasionally came out with strange and inexplicable remarks, and most of the Banshees had grown accustomed to it.
After walking through the tunnel network for some time, Theus began to hear the sound of flowing water from next door. That should have been Blood Port's sewers. All of Blood Port's wastewater and industrial runoff flowed away through dedicated channels in the network.
After proceeding a little farther, Theus saw two equally towering figures ahead. Their dark heavy armor looked even more menacing beneath the dim lights of the tunnel network.
"My lord."
Deep voices came from beneath their visors, echoing dully through the concrete corridor. With the dungeon just ahead, the atmosphere was downright creepy.
It would have been even better if they had not been enthusiastically discussing things in the Gwen and Her Three Pieces of Luggage livestream within the Mind Link.
Theus sighed. These Banshees looked intimidating enough, but beneath that heavy armor, they were basically all noisy chatterboxes.
Ash was still better.
Theus could not help patting Ash's leg armor. Her tail armor.
Ash shot Theus a puzzled glance, then thought for a moment before reaching out to pat his head.
Theus:?
What kind of strange ritual was that?
The two guards stepped aside. Following Ash, Theus descended another level and arrived at the underground prison with the tightest security in all of Blood Port—and even all of Castel.
This place was completely isolated from the outside world, guarded year-round by Banshees. Its concrete walls were thick enough to serve as