Verc kept quiet, standing still in the damp shadows of the basement.
The air down here was thick and heavy, carrying the stench of unwashed bodies, stale sweat, and the iron-like smell of old blood. A mix of disgust and anger lingered deep inside Verc as he stared at the conditions these people were forced to endure.
The underground living area was nothing more than a pit of misery, designed to break the spirit of anyone thrown into it.
The ground beneath his boots was not stone or wood, but pure soil. Because of some liquid and blood that had leaked from the cages and spilled all around, the floor had turned into a thick, foul-smelling mud. Muds were all over the place, clinging to the walls and the feet of the captives. It was a breeding ground for disease, yet no one in charge seemed to care.
