An unknown spell had sealed the use of mana.
There was no lantern in the closed space, and so they were steeped in darkness.
A rumble sound gradually drew nearer as the walls started close them in.
Nesrin's breath were trapped in a small space, she could even hear the faint echoes of her shaky breath in the dark small prison. Faster and faster her breath rose as a numbing fear crept up in her heart.
She wanted to hold someone's hand but she remembered too well that he despised closeness.
Izekiel might have shown her kindness but she remembered well that he hated closeness with anyone.
"I will inform someone,"
Izekiel placed his fingers upon his temples and closed his eyes. A few seconds passed, and then he creased his brows together.
"He is sleeping..." these words burdened Nesrin from inside, "It will take a little time, but they will be informed soon,"
