Chapter 297 The Wings Island Arc Begins

The dungeons beneath the Briar family fortress were a labyrinth of despair. You could hear wails and screams of the tortured prisoners from all directions. In some cages, chains rattled faintly, accompanied by the occasional muffled groan from some poor soul who has been languishing for decades. This was a place where hope came to die. The Briars brought their enemies here to torture and kill. However, tonight was an exception. The Sanctum, a spacious central torture chamber, was reserved for the special prisoners. Amelia hung suspended from a rusted iron post, her body arched in agony. Thick manacles encircled her wrists and ankles. The cold metal dug into her flesh, drawing thin lines of blood where the edges bit too deep. She had been stripped of her dignity by relentless whipping. Her once-luxurious gown, now hung in ragged shreds from her shoulders. The lashings had torn away the back of the dress, exposing her bare skin to the chill draft of the torture chamber. That pale, flawle