"Captain Arthur, are you alright?"
A voice came from the dungeon's corridor, straight from the cell of one of the captains, the tall, muscular man who wielded the ax.
"For now, yes. And what about the rest of you?" Arthur asked, sitting in the corner of the cell.
"Some are still asleep, but none of us are dead. What do you think will happen to us?" he asked, but before Arthur could answer, one of the priests went inside.
It was not the bishop but someone with a low rank in the church.
"Dinner time for you, demonic creatures," the priest said, giving each captain a cup of blood to keep them alive.
After that, the priest involuntarily gazed at the last cell, where the Bishop said no one should get close to it.
"What demon is in there?" the priest thought, slowly walking toward the cell, passing through all the other captains.
But, as he was getting closer, a hand grabbed him by the shoulder. It was the Bishop.
"What did I tell you about going there? Leave it to me."