Chapter 56

A wet cavern with dripping stalactites, protruding rocks and lot of veins coming out of from them. There was a weird lingering smell and that distant noise. The narrow crevices between the something that looked like and entrance. An unnatural light source distant, it seemed to come in descending from the vertical cliff. That one of the floor pools was reflecting. There he was, his wrists were tied it to the wall overextending his arms, he was kneeling on the floor sitting on his feet lumping forward, he's head hanging to one side.

The old man's body was almost lifeless. His blood drained from his body giving him a sepulchral sight. Since he had been kidnapped the only thing that he could remember was the red orbs looking directly at him. Sometimes when he could open his eyes, he could feel eyelids heavy as a rock because of the weakness. From time to time, he could shadow, specters something that reminded him to holy people or monks.