The world feels heavy as I step outside ten minutes later, the air thick with tension and the distant sounds of battle reaching my ears. The stone walls of the prison I was locked in fade behind me, replaced by the overwhelming pull of the chaos ahead. The gusts of wind pull at my hair, urging me forward. My body hums with the familiar, restless energy that only comes from being on the verge of something explosive. Something inevitable.

I wish that I could say I was free, but ...