91, Men in Prison

Chapter Ninety One: The Cult of Shadows

When they finally woke up, the disorientation was immediate.

The bus had stopped, and Connor, Chris, and Leo were still blindfolded.

As their senses gradually returned, they realized they were no longer in the familiar confines of the Pinnacle Lounge, or the warehouse that they’ve driven to. They were somewhere else entirely.

They were led, stumbling and blindfolded, through a maze of corridors.

The journey felt interminable, with the only sound being the shuffle of their captors' footsteps and their own uneasy breathing.

When the blindfolds were finally removed, the trio was greeted by an unexpected and dramatic sight.

Before them stretched what looked like an ancient throne room, tucked away in the belly of a mountain.

The room was vast, with stone walls etched with intricate symbols that flickered in the dim light cast by torch sconces.

The ground was uneven, and the air was thick with a musty smell that suggested age and isolation.

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