Chapter 93: The Capture's Challenge

Elira

They violently drag me out of the cold cell, my wrists raw from the iron chains that have brutally rubbed my skin open.

The metal feels increasingly heavy with every single step, biting deeper into my flesh. I stumble once, but the powerful guards don’t care at all.

They instantly yank harder until I’m forcefully pulled into another room — smaller, tighter, and unnervingly brighter than the last one.

A long, polished table stretches across the ...