They walked along a path inside the forest, it was a path made of rocks, with wooden railings. There were warm light poles every two or three meters, making the path beautiful and inviting.
Anyone would want to take a step there and enjoy the pure and fresh nature out close. It was perfect to walk, stop and breathe peacefully without disturbing thoughts.
However, in the ramifications of the road, the atmosphere was cruel and dark. Screams, cries, laments, and voices begging for mercy could be heard from the paths.
The escorts brought Kian to a ramification, not many meters inside, the lights had changed to a cold, almost freezing white tone, and the temperature was hard to bear as well, at least for a human.
The guards looked at each other and agreed to increase the temperature or that prisoner would die before Lord Tark finished playing with him. Then they would be the ones punished.