Level 3 Cell! A Failure

Aelorin's eyes flashed with a grim determination as he stepped out into the chaotic scene, the air thick with tension. The beast guards trembled as they clutched their weapons, stepping back with uneasy glances. But Aelorin paid them no mind. His attention locked on the countless crows that blanketed the ground, forming a dark, rippling sea of feathers. They sat still, like shadows come to life, waiting with an eerie calm that sent shivers through even the most hardened warriors.

When he appeared, the crows turned, black eyes glinting as they watched him with unnerving focus. The beast guards sensed the shift in attention, turning to find Aelorin behind them. To their surprise, the sight of him seemed to ease their nerves just a little, though the oppressive silence weighed heavily upon them all.