"This prison needs a cleaning."

"Oh! Yes, yes, yes!"

Aurelion and Priscilla breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the mist being blown away by the wind.

This dampness and chill are truly unbearable for most people.

The building's interior was so large it was dizzying, while the passageway in front of us was narrow and gloomy.

Tick-tock—tick-tock—

The sound of dripping water echoed in the dark tunnel, reflecting on every wall, like a desperate cry without end.

Thick, mesh-like iron gates are embedded on both sides of the tunnel, each five meters apart, standing quietly on both sides.

The lights were dim, and the faint candlelight flickered, barely dispelling the darkness in the passageway.

It couldn't even illuminate the cells on either side.

Broken iron chains hung from the ceiling of the passageway, seemingly having been abandoned for a very long time.

The entire tunnel seemed to be filled with a thick plume of smoke rising from beneath the rocky floor, which then seeped into the cells on either side through the openings.

The prisoners were imprisoned one by one in their cells.

Their faces were filled with despair and numbness, and they wore the same uniforms covered with various rune patterns.

Any attempt to riot will be met with devastating destruction from these runes, like bombs.

Even so, outside the cell stood rows of skeletal soldiers clad in armor, their bodies wreathed in eerie green flames.

They carried heavy weapons and kept watch over each prisoner.

Want to break out of prison?

Want to try out different ways to die?

Aurelion and Priscilla were like children exploring the world for the first time, looking around curiously with surprise in their eyes.

After all, this was the first time they had ever seen the inside of a prison in their entire lives.

However, a question arose in Aurelion's mind.

Teacher, why did you bring her to a place like this?

Karin, floating and leading the way, her bones cracking like a machine gun, introduced herself to the crowd:

"This is the first floor, mainly for guarding prisoners who have committed relatively minor offenses."

Those detained here are mostly petty thieves sentenced to less than three years in prison.

But the eerie atmosphere of the prison was enough to deter them from committing crimes again.

As Karin floated forward, she spoke to the three of them:

“There are many more layers in this fortified prison, all of which are underground, of course.”

"The deeper you go into the castle, the greater the density of guards will become."

Viktor frowned as he listened to his explanation, then simply asked directly:

"Take us to where the death row inmates are."

Karin paused for a moment, and the eerie green flames that supported her seemed to become restless.

Looking back, he seemed quite embarrassed:

“This… Mr. Victor, you must know that although I am the warden, I cannot make this decision.”

The death row inmates imprisoned here are all people whom the Grand Duke of Barlow personally handles.

Karin didn't doubt Viktor's abilities.

But Viktor was an outsider, so I was a little worried.

If Victor were to release a few of these, it wouldn't have enough heads to lose.

Oh! It almost forgot, its head has already been chopped off!

But the next second, Viktor pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket.

It was clearly marked with the exclusive mark of the Duke of Balo: a vengeful skeleton burning with will-o'-the-wisps.

Below the icon, there is also a line of names:

Festan Barlow

Karin glanced at it and was so shocked that her jaw dropped to the ground.

It quickly searched through the thick smoke, and in the end, Priscilla picked it up and put it under its head.

"My goodness! Miss Priscilla, you are so kind!"

"Thank you! You helped me find the most precious chin!"

Then it cleared its non-existent throat and stood in solemn respect.

“I understand. Since you have the Duke of Balo’s endorsement, I can take you to the last floor for a tour.”

As it spoke, it drifted ahead of the road, with Victor and the two girls following closely behind.

Aurelion and Priscilla became somewhat curious.

Why all this secrecy? It even requires the seal of the Duke of Barlow to pass.

Afterwards, they walked to the end of the first floor and stood together on an empty elevator.

The skull bit a handle and pulled it down.

Boom—

The elevator slowly began to move, emitting a heavy echo and the creaking of rusting steel.

As the elevator moved, Karin spoke to Priscilla and Aurelion:

"Ladies, please relax now. If necessary, you can close your eyes and cover your ears."

"Because the following images and sounds may make you feel uncomfortable."

The two looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.

The elevator quickly descended to the second floor.

The eerie green flames here are even more intense than before, like venomous snakes licking the cold stone wall.

A piercing scream echoed through the deep passage, drilling into the eardrums of Aurelion and Priscilla, making them feel every pore of their skin tighten.

The third floor became even more terrifying.

Burning instruments of torture were scattered haphazardly on both sides of the passageway, making the flames even more intense.

The instruments of torture in the hands of the skeleton soldiers and the screams of the prisoners created a mournful symphony.

Such a sight seemed to pierce Aurelion's eyes.

Priscilla took a deep breath, trying to calm her trembling emotions.

Soon, the elevator reached the fourth floor.

Here, red flames flooded the passage like a torrent, as if every inch of the land was on fire.

The Iron Lady chariot roared as it shoved the prisoners into cells already engulfed in flames.

The unfortunate souls imprisoned here will suffer eternal torment.

They have been sentenced to life imprisonment and have also been deprived of their human dignity and rights.

Their faces were pale with discomfort, and at that moment, they felt deep regret.

I regret not covering my eyes and plugging my ears sooner.

Just one glance was enough to make them feel incredibly cruel.

I'm afraid even the deepest, most heart-wrenching pain can't compare to this endless misery.

Karin turned her head, her tone slightly apologetic:

"I'm sorry, ladies, things will be better from here on out."

As it spoke, the massive elevator slowly stopped its rumbling noise.

Suddenly, a shower of starlight filled the space in front of us.

Aurelion and Priscilla looked up, their eyes reflecting a sky full of stars.

They are like lighthouses in a dream, constantly shining.

Karin appeared even more solemn at this moment, her voice deep and resonant:

"We're almost there."

"This is the fifth level where death row inmates are held—the Land of Spirits and Stars."