The lights above flickered, transforming their urgent flight into a strobe-like nightmare.
As they ran, the cacophony of orders shouted by unseen guards blended with the sound of their pursuers' footsteps.
The prison's maze-like structure seemed to conspire against them, with each hallway mirroring the last and each choice fraught with the risk of meeting blackguards.
With Lucius safely on his back, Caiden moved with desperation-fueled determination.
His mind trailed behind, but his gaze remained fixed ahead.
He was using all his mana to leave a trail of paralyzing mist behind so that, at least for the time being, they wouldn't be attacked. However, he was concerned about the front.