The dungeon of Hellbringer's fortress was a labyrinth of stone, dimly lit by sconces along the walls.
Each hallway echoed with the soft patter of footsteps, accompanied by the periodic metallic creaks from the heavy iron doors that lined the corridors. A chill hung in the air, making each breath visible as a small cloud.
Isola moved gracefully beside Asher, her delicate features illuminated by the faint torchlight, "Are you certain about this?" she whispered, casting a glance towards the formidable cell doors.
Asher glanced at her, his face inscrutable, "I don't know," he confessed, pausing before a particular door, "That's why I need your help."
She nodded, her silver eyes filled with determination. "I'll do my best, but it'll work flawlessly only if she's willing or doesn't resist. It won't be easy."
"I guess we can only find out."
