Chickle! Chickle!
At the end of the cell, Kael and Braham stood in front of a young man.
He was wearing the same collar, but his whole body was chained.
The chains weren't normal like the ones that were wrapped around Kael's body in his cell, they were enchanted and made of strong materials.
In addition to them, four spears pierced his limbs, ensuring that he'd stay pinned to the wall.
Finally, his face.
He had neck-length black hair, which should have been longer, considering he had been there for months.
His abyssal-black eyes gazed upon Braham and Kael with amusement, but he didn't move.
And that was because of the mask covering his face.
"Oh, that's new. It wasn't there last time we gave you food, Dante." Kael laughed, looking at the mask that covered Dante's face.
Or to be precise, it looked more like a torture device.
The mask was made of steel and covered his face in two pieces.
