WE'RE THROWN INTO A CELL that looks like it hasn't been used for years. The walls are cracking and falling apart. There are skeletal bones lying everywhere and rats scurrying here and there. There's also a strong smell of urine.
"If this place is referred to as special, , I don't want to see the nonspecial place". I say with my nose covered with my palm.
"Tell me about it", Flauros groans. "This place is horrible. It's an embarrassment to my lineage being here".
"I need to get out of here. I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!!", Aamon yells and starts to shake the bars of the cell forcefully.
"Whoa, whoa! Aamon chill. We will, just be patient". I try to calm him down.
"Patient?! I can't be patient with Salma's life is on the line!". He roars.
"Daemon spoke to me, he said he was able to connec
