The only light in the pitch-black room came from a ray of sunlight that broke through the not-existing door, and as the group flew one after another to the room, the only sound you could hear was a slow whimper that was barely audible above a whisper.
The girl, whose whimpers faltered through her open mouth, was hanging in a cross-like fashion against the wall; her face was battered and blood was dripping all over her, providing graphic proof of the various ways those monsters had tormented the girl.
"Oh my god, Sarah," exclaimed Lydia as she stumbled over to her, feeling for a pulse before pulling on the shackles to free the unfortunate girl.
The shackles were obviously filled with black magic, which consumed the last of Lydia's magic before she collapsed onto the floor with Sarah. Bal
