Alex was a bit surprised that he was still alive, admittedly more so then the thought of Leon betraying him. And at the moment, his thoughts were all he had. He was surrounded by a cold darkness, with an unforgiving stench of what he could only image, to be the rotting corpses of rats. At least he hoped it was the corpses of rats. The loud squeaks and patter of little feet trekking upon hard stone floor, was the only evidence he had to go on.

     He couldn't feel any chains around him, but he also couldn't feel a door along the walls. By now he knew it had to be dawn, and whatever reason Leon wanted him out of the way will most likely soon come to pass. There was nothing left of the Old Knights, so an attack on the castle would be senseless. Not to menti...

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