The iron door of the dungeon was opened, and Adis was heavily pushed in from behind, falling to the ground, his knees colliding with the floor, making a crisp sound.
"Stay well inside." The believer who brought him in said lightly, then turned and left.
This was a not-too-big, not-too-small cell. Besides him, there were two other people lying on the grass mat in the corner sleeping. They only opened their eyes to look out when he came in.
After those two believers left, Adis looked around, noticing that this was just a not-too-big, not-too-small cell. The Black God Cult didn't seem to pay much attention to him, or they wouldn't have locked him in such an ordinary cell with other prisoners.
If he was not important, then why lock him in here?
After Adis came in, those two people still lay like corpses on the ground without moving. If not for noticing that they looked this way just now, he would have thought they were dead.
