In the City of Light, underneath the manor of the Lightbringer, the Human God, there was a dark and miserable dungeon. Small flickering flames, so weak they looked like they could be snuffed out at any moment, were the only source of light within this wretched place.
The rattling of chains as well as the maniacal laughter and insane ramblings of the one branded as the 'Traitor' were the only noises in this miserable cell, until another one joined the morbid orchestra.
GGGGRRRRRMMBBBB
Byron's stomach growled loudly, already starting to consume itself in a desperate bid to keep him alive with whatever energy his body had stored as fat, as was its natural survival instincts.
