After entering the Holy City, Nalant silently made his way to the dungeon on Temple Mountain.
To avoid being discovered by the guards, he used Spatial Teleportation as well, flashing straight into the dungeon.
After entering the dungeon, Nalant first appeared in the cell of the Shell Iron City commander.
However, the Shell Iron City commander no longer looked quite human.
His hair was dry and tangled, his complexion sallow, his eye sockets sunken, the corners of his mouth cracked, and he had a thick, unkempt beard.
"How did you end up in such a miserable state?"
Though he knew the Flame High Priest definitely would not let these commanders have an easy time after locking them up, he had not expected them to be reduced to such misery.
These commanders had the strength of proper Holy Knights; give them a giant dragon, and they would be Dragon Knights.
But now, they had clearly become like this because of hunger and thirst.
One could imagine how miserly the food had to be to starve a Dragon Knight into such a state.
At this moment, the Shell Iron City commander was lying on a pile of straw. Though he seemed to sense some movement, he did not open his eyes to look.
He was probably already so hungry that he had no strength left, and did not want to waste even the slightest bit of effort getting up to check.
Seeing this, Nalant walked over and then spoke softly, "Shell Iron City commander!"
"Mm?" In his daze, the Shell Iron City commander only felt as if he had heard a familiar call.
That voice seemed to be Sir Nalant's.
"It must be a hallucination. Looks like I'm about to starve to death!"
The Shell Iron City commander showed the slightest reaction,