Meanwhile, somewhere underneath the putrid sewers of Midgard – while the rotten carcasses were hounded by scavengers of all kinds, the House of Cards sat in their table in a place far deeper inside.
Black cloak-wearing individuals dragged two beat down elves with both their hands tied with something glowing. The two of them were on the ground, they were now close into their hideout.
"Can you get of your bindings, Mira?" Stolas Fenris asked his wife. His long, golden hair hung long to his back, as his face was bruised up and bloodied.
The same went for his wife, Mira Fenris. "No. I believe not. These are no ordinary ropes. This is a Vitalem-produced binding." She said as her dark reddish hair covered the injuries on her face.
"Just what are you people after?" Stolas asked the humongous one who was dragging him and Mira by the leg.