Oliver's POV"
"There is no way out, Oliver, and I am telling you, no matter how hard you will try, you can't get out of this prison. We will all die here." Zandro said while I was lying inside my cell.
"There is always a way, Zandro; all we need to do is have a good plan," I responded, and he laughed.
"Plan? But what kind of plan? This prison alone is under a potent spell; how can you get out?" He asked.
"I don't think we can get away from here, Oliver. Zandro was right, and I am afraid that the black king will play with us. I am sure one of these days, we will end up killing each other." Declan said while he was standing and trying to bend the iron bars, but no matter how strong he was, he couldn't move them, and I could see the frustrations on his face as he punched the iron bars in front of him.
