SARGIS POV
I tapped my boot in agitation against the stone floor of the elevator. The door slid open on the fifth floor and in walked Lupercus casually, but the glint in his eyes was anything but. He wore his signature black mask and gloves, the same pair he never used unless it was going to get bloody.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
He punched in the code. 0.
The keypad beeped, and the elevator lurched downward with a low mechanical groan like a coffin sinking into the earth. We were descending into the bowels of Khragnir Palace, the dungeons. The scent of blood and mildew began to snake through the ventilation.
The underbelly of Khragnir Palace wasn’t a place people spoke of in polite conversation. Not even nobles liked to admit it existed. But it did. Oh, it did. Carved out
