Sorrow of Longing

[: Daniel POV :]

Elos gazed at me with a mixture of wisdom and sorrow in his shadowy eyes.

"Knowing what Isis had done with her Saintess, then, it'll make this easier," 

He said, his voice echoing through the ancient prison.

"Me and my brothers had rebelled, and we had lost. Now, we're stuck inside this seal. There's no chance of us getting out, and we had lost all hope."

A heavy pause hung in the air, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

Elos's gaze shifted, fixing on me with a glimmer of newfound optimism.

"But,"

He continued, a subtle smile forming on his shadowy features, "It seems like we have hope."

The proposition hung in the air, a question that held the weight of my future outcome. 

Elos looked directly into my eyes, his voice carrying a solemn yet hopeful tone. "Boy, do you want my power and strength?"

Without hesitation, I met Elos's gaze, a confident smirk playing on his lips.