Not a single one of the three.
In the first cell crouched a Feran, his body massive even while chained, fur matted but his eyes burning with savage light. His muscles twitched every now and then as if he was ready to tear apart anyone who came close, even with the heavy chains binding him. A member of the bear tribe.
In the second cell sat a Demon. His skin was dark red, horns curved upward, and faint flames flickered around his body despite the seals that were supposed to smother power.
The third prisoner was stranger still. A being from a race I couldn't even recognize. His body was pale and tall, almost skeletal, with skin that seemed too thin for the bones beneath. His eyes glowed faintly with a dim blue light, and strange markings ran across his body like living tattoos.
None of them moved much, but their presence alone was enough to make the air feel like it was cracking under pressure.
And Roland had come here for one of them.
