As the pebbles continued to fall, Eric couldn't help but wonder how much longer he would be stuck in this cold, damp cell. The battle above seemed to have been raging on for hours now, and the noise was becoming almost unbearable. He tried to distract himself by reading through his status, hoping that perhaps he had missed something that would help him escape, but he quickly realized that there was nothing new to be found.
He stood up and paced back and forth, his boots echoing off the stone walls. He had already tried every possible position in which he could sit or lie down, but none of them provided any relief from the unrelenting boredom. He began to practice his footwork, imagining himself in a grand tournament with a crowd cheering him on. But as he continued to move around the small cell, he realized that his movements were becoming sluggish and he was growing tired.
