Metallic gates screeched open as if they were rusted shut tight for decades, and several figures, swelling with muscles, dragged a bloodied and unconscious man to one of the jail cells.
They shoved him inside and chained him to the wall.
"Uh…"
Sabbath squinted through his swollen eyes and saw the figures tightly lock the jail cell gate, leaving him alone in the dirty cell.
Chained against the walls, the nearby jail cells had dispirited prisoners, who eyed him tiredly and shook their heads, pitying him for ending in this dark, grimy place.
Through the screeching metal gate, Sacrael walked over to his jail and looked down on him with a lofty smirk.
"You sure put up a fight. You destroyed the Requiem Forest, and it happened to be our tribal chief's favorite place to relax. He isn't happy."
Sacrael said.
"Ptui!"
Sabbath spat out the blood from his mouth, but it quite didn't reach Sacrael as he intended.
