XXXVII

Chapter 37: Testing A New Spell Casting Method On Live Targets

Angel's POV

I watch as the life slowly fades from him. He already ingested his eyes earlier on so…

"Oof. Poor guy." Cahill comments while holding his nose and peeking from outside the door. "Can we go now?"

"Yes." I wash my hands with some bottled water and wipe my blood and puke-stained boots. "Let' go."

"Ha. Finally." I pay no mind to Witsel's sigh of relief.

We walk down a moldy hallway with musty air. It is dimly lit by few torches hung on the wall at every fifteen or so feet.

At the end is a stairway that leads up to an exit: To the third dungeon.

"Um… maybe I missed one." Witsel remarks as he tries all the keys in the silver bunch that he pulled off the dead night but repeatedly fails to get the iron black-painted doors open. "Let me try it again."

"Maybe he gave us the wrong information?" Cahill speculates.

"I doubt that he'd have the courage to lie through the hell I put him through." I affirm.