The scent of blood lingered in the air, blending with the sound of dripping, overflowing from the small pool located in a small chamber. The fact that such a terrifying pool could even exist here was unbelievable.
From time to time, faint screams of many women echoed, desperate and full of agony. Yet they only served to add to the eerie, horrific atmosphere of the place.
As though time crawled by over the centuries, foamy bubbles began to rise from the viscous, sour, foul-smelling liquid below. A figure gradually emerged, rising from it.
Immediately, the air turned silent and suffocating, as if the entire space had frozen.
With a deep, smooth breath, Haley slowly raised his head, glancing around the chamber.
His eyes, shrouded by a thin layer of blood, opened slightly. He lifted his knees and stood, bare-skinned, from the pool of blood with dark hair that was stained the red color of the blood. His body was new—slightly pale and sickly—but no one could judge its strength now
