The clinking of chains echoed in the pitch-black room.
Yuden gasped for air, disoriented, as his mind scrambled to make sense of his surroundings. His wrists and ankles were bound by cold, heavy chains, securing him to a wooden chair.
The last thing he remembered was a familiar voice calling his name in the forest. He had been separated from his companions, and just as he had closed his eyes for a brief rest, a sharp, heavy feeling overtook him, pulling him into unconsciousness.
Now, here he was, locked in a dark, musty chamber. He couldn't tell how much time had passed since he'd been captured—minutes, hours, maybe days. His hope lay in his subordinates finding him, but every second that ticked by gnawed at his patience.
"Damn it!" Yuden cursed under his breath, frustration boiling inside him. It had been a long time since he'd felt this powerless.