Ysilnod gradually came back to his senses, his body throbbing painfully as if he were being boiled alive. He could move neither his hands nor legs since he was covered in a heavy and sticky liquid from head to toe. His armor had already been burned into tatters, eaten away by the corrosive liquid. Before he could even check on the condition of his body, he heard a woeful scream nearby. Someone seemed to be pleading.
His mistress was pleading for mercy! The powerful bond of the blood pact made Ysilnod's heart rate quicken. Struggling hard, he managed to poke his head out of the sticky liquid, then he struggled again to turn his head around so that he could look toward the source of the voice.
Where they were in was a room converted from a cavern, extravagantly decorated with brightly-colo
