Chapter 287

"It is, isn't it? But such a simple observation doesn't do it justice," came a languid voice from deeper inside the cell.

Both Sylas and the other prisoner turned toward the voice. At the far end of the room, a refined-looking man was casually pouring wine into a glass.

"There's much more to admire here than just the size. Look at the opulence," the man continued, gesturing to the luxurious furnishings.

The other prisoner, who had been seething, was left momentarily speechless as he took in the surroundings. A table and chairs, a large bed with plush bedding, carpets on the floor—it was nothing like a typical cell. Adding to the surreal scene were several rough-looking prisoners who hovered around the refined man like servants, as well as a few women who appeared to be courtesans.

"Is this… really a prison?" the other prisoner muttered, incredulous.