Chapter 40 Fury of the Captive

Sunlight filtered through the narrow cross-shaped window, casting a cold, harsh beam into the prison's gloom.

Suspended midair by chains, a figure hung — head bowed low, wrists and ankles shackled in iron cuffs. His body was nearly bare, the lower half barely veiled by tattered cloth that clung to him more like an afterthought than clothing.

Across hi......