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“I’ve been studying for three days. The Blood Moon Awakening isn’t that complicated. It’s just chanting a few spells and spilling some blood, right?” I nearly choked on my drink. “Josie, are you sure you understand the nature of the ritual?” “Of course! I’m not an idiot,” she said smugly. “And I’ve already prepared everything we need. You just wait and see my flawless performance!” The line went dead. I shook my head and went back to enjoying the quiet night. Three days later was the opening of my human friend Chloe’s modern art exhibition. I arrived at the gallery in a silver couture gown just as the reception was starting.

He added, and my confusion just tripled. “What is going on? What is the dungeon he is talking about.” I whispered to Mira, who I knew could come to my aid. “The dungeon is the last place anyone ever wants to be. It's a very dark place where you get little to no food for the period you're left in there.” Mira explained gently. My jaw dropped. “Is it that bad?” “Yes, really bad. In fact, anyone who gets thrown there comes out worse than they went in. They'll be traumatized and scarred for life, and that's even if they ever come out alive.” She continued, and I stood there speechless, my mind wandering off again.

Something about Reverend McIlvian, also? The nightmare’s dread fingers finally faded. I turned off the lamp and settled back down to sleep. As I drifted off, however, two thoughts bubbled to the surface. One: I thought I’d finally identified the markings carved on the altar. They were, insanely enough, like the yellow sign on the onyx stone set in McIlvian’s ring. Two? Bobby Simmons had been in the nightmare. Kneeling next to me. Feasting on one of the dead skinned dogs, tearing at its rancid and bloating flesh like a wild animal . . .

We nod and re-open the trap door and descend down into the dungeon. There’s a reason this place is called a dungeon and not a prison. We have a prison back at Invictus, but it’s modern and kept sterile. This, however, is exactly what you picture when you hear the word dungeon. As we make our way down the stone stairs, Vitali and I have to cover our noses to keep from vomiting. It’s the most putrid stench I’ve ever encountered. Wet, stone walls covered in dirt, mould, and dry blood. The ground is made of dirt, and I don’t want to even think of how many years it’s been accumulating blood.

My head felt dizzy and my vision seemed blurry. My neck hurt after an object hit me hard. I sat leaning against a chair with my hands tied in a room that looked like a warehouse. Some wooden boxes were piled up in the corner of the room and were full of cobwebs. Dust fills the entire room, making my throat itch. The room was cold without a fireplace or a single lamp hanging on the wall. Then I heard footsteps coming up the short flight of stairs that led to the door of this room. I guessed it, Elgar came in and took my rifle and sword and placed them in front of me.

We looked like neighborhood besties ready to gossip. “So... about Master Ryou,” I started slowly. “I’ve got a question. Do you guys know anything about a—uh… dungeon?” Got it! Here's a W*****d-style, American English rewrite of your passage, keeping the drama and suspense but making it flow naturally for your readers, with a chapter title: ✨ CHAPTER 11: Secrets and Shadows ✨ “How long have you guys been working here?” I asked. “Timothy’s only been here a year, but I’m almost hitting two,” Edward replied.

No healer. The wounds pulsed. Alive. Every heartbeat tore them wider. Nothing. The dungeon smelled like rot and rust. Metal and decay. It clung to the walls. To me. The chains rattled. Iron cuffs, rusted from my blood. I stank. Covered in sweat and infection, probably. i could smell myself. I’m sure Clara would love that. Would love to see me break. Footsteps approached. Heavy. Booted. The guard said, “ Get up. Luna’s dining. She wants you there.”

Chapter 10- Alicia The whole dungeon shook harshly and the falling debris was all over the place. Alicia's face is now clear. The bastard Dilon who stopped from chanting spells was on the ground vomiting blood from the attack. "I never thought that a dog was hiding in this kind of place. You really hid yourself well, Dilon the dog magician." The cold voice of a man reached Elise. The prison is now open and half of the dungeon is destroyed but the place is still deserted. Elise can't move from her place because her body is frail.

They didn't commit many crimes and were allowed to be kept in cells and not thrown in the dungeon, so I never got to see what the dungeon looked like. But now, it seemed to me that the crime of poisoning the Lycan queen was a grave one because I was taken to the dungeon and not the prison as expected. I heard from a few people that the dungeon had dangerous and poisonous insects that could break one's wolf in there. "It's not a lie," Dahlia confirmed suddenly and I jolted. Zayden gave me a side eye as he dragged me even rougher to that direction. It took me a while to realize that I wasn't actually taken to the dungeon but to a room with a very bad stench in the air.

It was as if the very walls of the dungeon were soaked in the tears of the tormented souls that inhabited it. With the surroundings shrouded in an ominous gloom, I relied on Lena's keen vision to pierce through the shadows. The dungeon stretched before me, a labyrinth of grimy walls and murky passageways, each corner cloaked in an unsettling stillness broken only by the mournful wails that echoed through the air.