The lowest death row dungeon of the Empire.
The damp, metallic stench was overwhelming, and mildew snaked across the walls like streaks of blood.
Louis was suspended from a torture rack by heavy chains.
His once-dazzling golden hair was now matted with grime, but the defiant fire in his eyes remained.
CRACK! An elite team from the Rebel Army kicked open the cell door.
The masked captain in the lead tossed a crimson pill in his hand, wading through the bloody water on the floor to stop before Louis:
"By order of Lord Red, take the Blood Erosion Pill, and we'll break you out of here."
Louis stared at the pill and suddenly let out a cold laugh, the sound rattling his chains:
"That thing is refined from the spinal marrow of a King Blood Beast! Take it, and you'll become a monster that knows nothing but how to tear and bite!"
He strained violently, the veins on his neck bulging:
"Tell Lord Red I'd rather stay here and feed the rats than be his puppet!"
