Alen pulled his body out of the wall using every ounce of strength and determination. He stumbled forward, gasping for breath, relieved to be free but disheartened by the loss of his carefully prepared supplies.
As he tried to catch his breath, Alen heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. He turned around and saw two royal guards standing there, their golden armor gleaming in the sunlight. They looked at him with suspicion and raised their spears defensively.
"What are you doing here?" one of the guards demanded, his voice stern.
With a surge of strength and determination, Alen managed to pull his body out of the wall, gasping for breath. Though relieved to be free, he couldn't help but feel disheartened by the loss of his carefully prepared supplies. He took a moment to catch his breath, unaware of the approaching footsteps behind him.
