The Dance of Death

The Hell of the Worlds Prison - Hren

My heart sank as we approached the imposing structure, its looming presence casting an ominous shadow over my spirit. A nagging sense of unease gnawed at me, prompting me to scrutinize Fares's retreating back.

The prison walls, like sentinels of despair, conspired to heighten my apprehension, conjuring memories of a life once carefree and innocent. No longer was I the sheltered village lass, indulged in every whim and fancy. The world's cruelty had stripped away my naivety, leaving behind a shell of caution and distrust.

"You go on ahead," I declared, resolute to remain behind, a lone figure amidst the suffocating atmosphere.

But Fares, undeterred, responded with a chilling calmness, "If you stay here, the guards will discover you and our plan will be jeopardized."