"Heed my words, and deliver my message to your leaders."
Verc's cold voice echoed throughout the clearing, it sent chills on the prisoners as they looked at him.
Though, they don't really fear him now.
The prisoners had spent the last four days expecting the absolute worst, but the reality of their captivity had been completely different from their dark expectations.
After all, these past few days, they've been treated quite well; their wounds were tended, they were fed, and nobody attacked them. Even the prison cells they were staying at isn't really that bad.
When they were first thrown into the dungeon after the battle, they fully believed they would be left to rot, starve, or face dark torture devices in the deep underground. But instead, the stone cells Verc had raised with his own power were completely clean, dry, and surprisingly spacious for a prison.
