Chapter 94 The Bonds Of Betrayal

• The torchlight cast an eerie glow on the stone walls of the dungeon as Marco descended the narrow stairs. Shadows danced along the walls, shifting as he walked, his footsteps echoing in the silence. He held a bucket of cold water in his hands, its surface rippling as he descended each step. The temperature in the dungeon was colder than usual, thick with the stench of damp stone and iron.
• He reached the cell and peered through the iron bars. Hades was slumped against the wall, his hair matted to his forehead, his wrists raw from the silver chains biting into his skin. Marco’s lips curled into a smirk as he lifted the bucket and threw the water, the icy shock jolting Hades awake.
• Hades sputtered, his dark eyes blazing with anger as they met Marco’s gaze. “What do you want, Marco?” he sneered, shaking the water from his face. “Is this your idea of proving yourself?”