Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking against the darkness that surrounded me.
As my vision adjusted, I realized I was lying on a bed, my wrists and ankles bound by thick ropes that bit into my skin.
The room was dimly lit by flickering candles, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls.
I struggled against my restraints, but they held firm, unyielding.
My mind raced as I tried to piece together what had happened—the explosion, the darkness consuming me, and now this. Where was Aisha? Was she safe?"Damn it," I muttered under my breath,
"I have to get out of here."I tugged at the ropes again, pouring mana into my muscles to strengthen them.
But as I did so, a cold voice cut through the air like a knife."Ah, you're awake," it purred,"how wonderful."
I snapped my head towards the voice, my eyes widening as a figure emerged from the shadows.
