Drip …
Drip ..
Drip .
The sound reverberated in Caspian Hart's ears.
His head squeezed in pain along with the dripping sound. He tried to twitch his fingers, but it was as if he was drowning under the sea.
While he could breathe, his body felt as heavy as a rock.
Oranges and reds swirled in front of his eyes, but there was no smell of molten steel.
The entire cave smelled like rusty iron and sunshine.
Moreover, the place felt fairly cool. The entirety of molten steel caves is sweltering hot.
Caspian tried to open his eyes, but it's as if they are glued shut using excessive glue.
He could feel something on his hands and feet, which felt surprisingly like shackles.
Am I being sold as slave ? he wondered.
He was told by his compatriots with in the forge more than once they will sell him as a slave.