As Isiah and Eijar moved through the dark and foreboding corridors of the prison, he could feel her heavy weight on her hands.
Every step he took had to be calculated, every move thought through with precision. He couldn't afford to make a mistake, not with the enemy's forces hot on their trail.
Isiah was a master of magic, and he knew that he had to use every trick in his arsenal to keep Eijar safe.
As they continued to walk, Isiah's mind was racing. He had no idea how to get out of this place, but he was determined to find a way.
Using his keen senses, he detected the presence of other mages and made sure to take the least crowded paths, slipping through the shadows undetected.
Isiah's heart was pounding as he stepped out into the open air, relieved to have finally made it out of the prison.
He took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling the sun on his face for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
