Chapter 28 The Dungeons

• As the screams of pain echoed through the depths of the castle, Serenity remained in the garden, enveloped in her own emotional turmoil. Her eyes, wet with tears, witnessed the unfolding tragedy. She felt the weight of guilt and responsibility, her mind racing with the search for a solution to ease the suffering of her friends. The fragility of her position as an intermediary between two opposing worlds was more evident than ever, and the determination to find redemption pulsed in her troubled heart.
• The afternoon dragged on in the castle, while the abominable screams and roars still echoed through the corridors, emanating from the dark dungeon. Serenity, wrapped in a mix of fear and indignation, dared not come closer. Each piercing scream fueled the burning fire of her rage, stirring a storm of emotions within her.
• King Percival had decided to personally witness the scenes of torture. For him, those agonizing sounds were like a macabre symphony, a melody that awakened a morbid pleasure in his sadistic soul. The news of the rebels' imprisonment had already spread throughout Bavaria like wildfire. The king spared no effort in broadcasting it to all corners, making it clear to everyone in the village the punishment that awaited those who opposed his reign.