Chapter 348: I have one sad memory
Damien’s entire body was wracked with pain. The ashwood drink he’d been forced to swallow earlier was tearing him apart from the inside, making his insides feel like they were on fire.
Every breath was a struggle as his throat alternated between being unbearably dry and agonizingly itchy. Hunger gnawed at him, primal and overwhelming, driving him nearly to madness.
He needed blood—his body screamed for it—just a few drops to quench his thirst and stave off the unbearable weakness creeping over him.
Suddenly, the grating sound of metal on metal echoed through the dungeon, and Damien’s head snapped up. The iron gate creaked open, revealing the silhouettes of three figures.
As they stepped into the dim light, Damien’s eyes widened in disbelief. There, standing unharmed and very much alive, was Magnus.
His voice, hoarse from the torture he had endured, barely escaped his cracked lips as he croaked out a question, "H-how did you manage to live?" The shock and confusion in his voice were evident, as he had been certain that Magnus wouldn’t have survived after his deadly attack.
Damien’s voice trembled as desperation took hold of him. He was weak, battered, and helpless, with only one thought consuming his mind—survival. "Let me live," he pleaded, his voice cracking under the weight of his fear and pain. "I won’t do anything. I promise you three, just give me a chance to live. Please, I beg you."
His eyes darted between the three princes, searching for even a glimmer of mercy. But the cold, unforgiving gaze that met his own made his heart sink.
Izaak stepped forward, his presence dominating the dark dungeon. The corners of his mouth twisted into a cruel smirk as he looked down at Damien, his eyes gleaming with malice. "I don’t think you should be requesting mercy, Damien," he said, his voice dripping with menace.