The Cost Of Power

Chapter 91: The Cost Of Power

Every muscle in Lirian's body screamed as she was dragged through the damp stone corridors, her boots scraped the ground. 

Her breath came in short gasps, the gashes along her arms and ribs still was letting blood run. 

The creatures that had taken her moved silently, their claws were not allowed to lose their grip on her arms.

The air was smelt like mold with the scent of burning incense and something foul beneath it—something rotting. 

Torches moved along the walls, forming long, twisted shadows that seemed to sneer at her.

"Heh…"

A heavy door opened to a chamber lit by an eerie green light. 

At the center, a black stone altar pulsed with dark energy, surrounded by tall pillars draped in tattered banners and the scent of old blood.

And then she saw them.

Meylo was standing beside the altar, face lit with a grin. 

He was draped in dark robes, his fingers twitched with anticipation.