"Damn, it looks like they plan on killing us for their own amusement!" Xylas Shepherd said, staring speechlessly at the sealed stone door.
Annabelle Linton placidly scanned her surroundings, her eyes narrowing slightly.
It was a large, circular hall with torches lit all around. Though not very bright, they provided enough light to see the general situation.
A massive guillotine stood at the far end of the hall, blocking the path forward.
It was the kind of guillotine used to execute criminals in ancient times.
A chain descended from the ceiling, attached to the blade.
Annabelle Linton walked over and pulled on the chain. It was incredibly heavy, and she had to use all her strength to raise it.
RATTLE—
The blade was raised, and the other three immediately turned to look.
"Whoa, that's awesome," Xylas Shepherd said with genuine admiration, looking up at the coldly gleaming blade.
But the moment he spoke, he was met with flat stares from Leona Grant and Nathaniel Locke.
