"Damian!"
Roxana raised her fists and began to pound on the unyielding stone walls that enclosed her. She screamed Damian's name over and over again, hoping that the demon would soon appear before her. However, no matter how hard she tried, the stone walls suffered no damage, and Damian did not come.
The stone walls were enveloped by ancient magic that was able to strengthen the walls, so Damian would have a hard time removing the effects of the ancient spell.
She lowered her head, staring at the red thread tied to her ring. After observing the red thread for a while, she frowned and felt puzzled as the location of the red thread moved all the time.
Its direction was unpredictable, as if Damian was circling around Roxana.
