"This is not going to be a good night..." he said, looking at the place he was going to be sleeping in.
The dungeon spread beneath the island like a buried heart. It was vast and hollow, carved directly into the stone that kept the world aloft. He wondered if he broke the stone beneath them, if he would just fall through.
It was not a narrow corridor or a forgotten cellar. It was enormous. A single chamber that seemed to have no true corners, only curves of rock bending into shadow. The ceiling rose high above, lost in darkness, where torchlight failed to reach and smoke gathered in a restless haze.
Cages filled the space.
It was as if this place was meant to hold animals rather than actual living humans.
