"Come out," Medeia's voice echoed through the room. "Your queen has arrived. How dare you not welcome me properly?"
The room stayed silent for so long that Medeia could hear her own heartbeat. The underground chamber was completely sealed from the outside world, not even the howling snowstorm above could be heard from within.
She walked slowly, her boots clicking against the cold stone floor as she approached the altar in the center. The scent of blood had long faded, but the stains were still there, dark, dried patches that told stories no one wanted to remember.
Looking at them, she could imagine how many children had been sacrificed here. This place had witnessed the cries of countless parents whose children had their hearts ripped out by monsters.
"Where was your Lord while you were trapped here?" Medeia asked, tossing the silver dagger in her hand casually. "Did he abandon you?"
