The Price of Shame

The heavy air created by the eight-hour torment stories did not disperse, nor was it about to disperse. In my mind, if this is eight hours of torment, the question of what is the second floor of hell? From the logical point of view, there must be a more disastrous place. Elenora's entire party is there, and now I can fully understand our sorcerer's sadness.

"Max, nephew, that's enough rest for me. Shall we begin?"

Sukrucuk did not raise his head as he spoke. He was harsh, tactless, and a bit of a show-off, but his heart was very soft. He will understand that he cannot take the weight of the stories on his own, so he wants to get rid of this trouble by cutting the Fallen.

"Is everyone okay? Shall we begin?"

When I look at the others, they seem to agree. It's time to clear the table and get to work. I took them all in my bag at once and turned my gaze to what was inside the Ice Cage. Their condition is deplorable. They tremble, they can neither die nor live.