Chapter 59 The Prisoners (1/2)

At the end of the hallway, Arran found a great hall, circular and about a hundred paces across, with a doround

The hall was completely empty, as bare as the cells had been, but on its side, Arran could see five large doors

The doors superficially resembled those that barred the cells in the hallway, but these were twenty feet high and half as wide, each barred with a dozen steel beae steel locks

At once, Arran understood that behind these doors also lay prison cells, but that they were made to hold prisoners far ular cells

He headed to one of the doors, intent on opening it If the prisoners here were stronger, perhaps they would be of use when he tried to escape the dungeon

While the locks on the cells in the hallway had been easy to break, he discovered these to be far stronger Still, he broke through theh his body With each attack, he felt relief, as he released at least sorih the final lock on the first door, he quickly removed the bars, then opened the door

”So he finally sent someone, then?”

In front of Arran stood a tall, broad-shouldered olden-haired, he looked like a figure out of legend

”nobody sent me,” Arran said

”Then why are you here?” the man asked, a curious look on his face Unlike the previous prisoners, he did not seem emaciated or underfed at all

”I intend to escape,” Arran said ”Can you help?”

”Do you have any weapons?” thea covetous look at Arran's starmetal sword

”Not that one,” Arran quickly replied He took out another sword, one of the Herald's treasures, then tossed it to the golden-haired ht it in one hand and gave it a few quick swings, then nodded appreciatively ”Good sword Got another?”

”Another?” Even though Arran's void bags were filled with treasures, he felt so the out his left hand to demonstrate that he did, indeed, have two hands

Arran reluctantly took out another sword and tossed it to thea sword in each hand, the rinned excitedly Arran was astonished — with just the few moves he had seen, he already knew that this man was a master swordsman, probably more skilled than anyone he had ever met

”I'll cut a path out of here,” the o free the others — be careful, they're a tricky bunch” As he finished the words, he started to walk toward the hallway, leaving Arran behind

Just as Arran was about to head to the second door, the man turned around

”Don't take any more of those pills,” he said, a serious expression on his face ”Your Real unstable Any more, and you will die”

Before Arran could respond, the man turned and left The mention of unstable Realms caused Arran soht now

With a shake of his head, he moved toward the next door He could worry about unstable Real the second one took a while When he finally broke the last lock, he was disappointed to see that the cell was completely eain, it took hih the locks, but this time, he was stunned at what the door revealed once he opened it

In the cell stood a gaunt figure It was about Arran's height, and it lacked the impressive build of the ht a nose, and with black holes where its eyes should be