A while ago, as Cinn entered the underground prison, knights guarding the entrance greeted her with their spears and swords.
No questions asked, they lunged at her the moment they sensed her presence. The hallway was dark and a little too cramped for a big fight; however, Cinn just didn't even bother herself to draw her sword.
With just a slight gesture of her hand, the prison guards were set ablaze even before their weapons reached her.
"Pathetic fools," Cinn murmured as she sauntered deeper into the area.
Upon reaching the stairs towards the first level of the underground prison, a knife flew past her cheek. It resulted in a slight scratch that soon disappeared as well.
"Impressive regeneration. You're a vampire, I presume," a voice of a man echoed and was soon followed by light footsteps.
"And a high-ranking one, may I know what your business is in this filthy prison of ours?" He added as his silhouette appeared below the stairs.