In the guest hall’s dungeon.

It was said that Amos Augustus supervised the construction himself. Other than walls around forty inches thick, the entire place was also surrounded by water, preventing anyone from escaping.

A foul smell came from the stagnant water. Clearly, the water had not been changed for a while, cultivating countless harmful substances and bacteria.

A steel bridge built with metal bars was seen on the water’s surface. Only two people at once were allowed to walk on it shoulder-to-shoulder.

Massive exhaust fans were spinning behind the yellow searchlights, constantly shifting the light in the dungeon, disorienting everyone who stared for a little too long.

Stefan Augustus followed behind Harvey York with a horrified look.

He would have been the one locked up here if he failed.

It would take a lot of courage to die, but it would take a lot more just to survive in a place like this.

Harvey and Stefan reached the end of the road.

There were five-foot tall steel