Chapter 109 - Chapter 109: Days of Rust and Roots

​Time was a dead concept within the lightless confines of The Deep Root Cellar. Here, seconds were not measured by the steady ticking of a clock, but by the rhythmic, agonizing drip of murky water from the ceiling and the increasingly labored breathing of lungs slowly filling with Mana-Leech spores. Dayat sat slumped against the damp, weeping wall of his cell, feeling every fiber of his musculature throb with a state of near-total exhaustion. Five days had passed since they were hurled into this abyss, and every single one of those days had felt like a century in a tailored hell.