Chapter 105 - Countdown

Arriving at the first intersection, the boys separated, with Drake silently leaving to the left. Nervously gripping the hilt of his sword, his silhouette soon faded as he traversed in the dimly lit underground hallway.

Frequently placed thick steel doors on the left and right; each room holding one or maybe more slaves used for the sick games. Weak muffled moans and pain-filled cries slipped through the cracks, each another needle to prick his already agitated heart.

Gripping the sword's handle so hard that his hand started to turn white from the lack of circulation of blood. The gem in the pommel shined brightly, feeling the emotions of its master, it too felt a wave of bubbling anger, ready to erupt and lay down its wrath to the scum of this place.

"I know… I know… We will, I promise you, we will, but right now, we need to find my sister and leave this place. Once she is safe, we will make sure this never happens again, I promise you."