Emily’s POV
The ritual began in earnest by the time we finished the 5-minute walk into the dungeon. I had never been here, and nothing prepared me for what I would see. It was vast, the acrid stench of human sweat and waste dominated most places. I could see a few guards stationed here and there. Worse, I saw bone fragments littered in some of the cells, and terror seized me.
This was where they had thrown a heartbroken, betrayed woman? I suddenly started imagining the trauma that Rosy would have gone through if she had the slightest remembrance of what life was like in her last life. I will ensure to protect her, to make sure she never gets to remember.
“Here.” Armon finally said when we had trudged far into the dungeon.
I noticed that this dungeon was specially carved out in a diffe
