Chapter 189: Conflict In The Dungeon
King Alaric and a few guards in similar uniform marched down the cold, damp corridors of the dungeon, with Klaus and Richard trailing behind them. They carried within them an air of austerity, but it was more noticeable in Klaus’s expression.
He insisted on taking a look at what the guard meant by the grills being stretched, unable to fathom the picture in his mind.
To say he was furious would be an understatement. The prison cells of the dungeon were the strongest, so how did he escape?? The thought alone made Klaus boil, and just when he assumed he’d receive a special treat by watching Cassian die, he receives an outrageous news.
As they made it to Cas’s cell, Klaus could feel his heart pounding rapidly against his chest. But when he saw the state the private cell in the dungeon was in, Klaus’s anger turned into one of bewilderment, including the guards and Richard as they stopped in their tracks.
Just like the guard had mentioned, the grills of the cell had been stretched to an impossible degree, with gaping holes in between that signified the young lad’s easy breakout. The stone walls were cracked, as though a great force had been exerted upon them.
Except for Alaric, the rest stared in disbelief. "How did he do this?"
Klaus muttered, taking a step closer and pressing his hand against the broken grills.
The guard who had reported the news, bowed his head. "We don’t know, but he was here when we checked last night. We knocked him out so he wouldn’t have the chance of escaping, but...." The guard, unable to explain the scenario that happened after, kept quiet.
Alaric gestured for them to stay back as he entered the cell, peering around at the destruction, and his lips lifted into a scowl, one that portrayed his disbelief and annoyance, but it wasn’t because of Cassian’s escape.