After the female ritualist rejoined the fight fully vexed, this time streams of blood by her side, the witches had without delay, hoisted I and Isolde away.
With the massive drain on my body, my energy sapped away, I didn't get to see more before I passed out.
I don't know how long I had been unconscious, but currently, I was awake and my lips were tightly pressed together as I paced around the narrow room I had been placed in.
It was a cell with bare brown walls, bars at one end, and moss on its ceiling.
Thankfully, the place was well-lit and I could see the other cells close to mine, the rooms placed so they made a circle at the center, a dark, narrow passage directly opposite my cell, the only exit.
There were five cells in the gathering, and of them, four were occupied.
I in one, Ninja Momma in another, the female ritualist in another, and some ragged man in the last.
