"Perseus," I responded, not turning to look back. However, it was at that point that I decided to remove the iron from Zelos' back.
Zelos' screams were an unsettling mix of pain and relief, uncertain and confused as to which he should feel being in this circumstance. And although no one has ever inflicted pain upon myself as much as I did him, I quite understood his internal conflict.
"Phoebe has awaken," Perseus reported, before I felt him move nearer to where I am, his steps echoing around the place.
The dungeon is nothing but a closed area, dark and wide. Rogues and criminals are to be locked in here, for them to be deprived of sunlight and food. It is our pack's usual mode of torture.
We do not usually resort to brutally killing them, as we believe justice is too huge to simply fit
