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It was undoubtedly warm and humid outside the cell. However, his body shivered. The inside of the dungeon was cold, as if he had been thrown into a well, ice covering his entire body.
Yuang's body stung from the whipping, blood dripping from his wounds. He gasped for air, barely able to breathe.
With the remainder of his energy, he tried to summon a spell strong enough to escape this hell.
He knew the General was kind only in name.
"At the end of the day, he is a demon," he muttered.
Just then, he spotted a pair of black boots in front of him. A harsh hand struck his cheek before he could see the person's face, stinging like fire had been thrown onto it. His eyes burned, tears forming around them.
He blinked rapidly to clear his vision. Slowly, the blur around Zayden's face disappeared, sharper than ever.
"G-General?"
He managed to whisper—only for his other cheek to be struck, harder than before.
