Torix escorted the chain-gang down the spiraling stone steps into the subterranean depths of the Tarnstead palace.
As the torches grew sparse, Torix abandoned the floor entirely. He scaled the sheer masonry with effortless grace, his spider half clinging to the vaulted ceiling above the prisoners.
Jason shuddered, listening to the terrifying skitter-clack of Torix crawling directly over their heads in the gloom. He remembered the reports of the Tarnstead aqueducts and how this exact monster had dropped invisible wires from the dark to dislocate his friends' limbs just for the Vanguard's entertainment.
"End of the line," Torix announced from the shadows. He dropped gracefully from the ceiling, landing right in front of the heavy iron door of the deepest containment block.
