The air outside the cellar was thick with tension as we stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, the flames on my fist casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. Gwendolyn followed closely behind me, her sword drawn and ready, as we made our way up the stairs.
We moved quickly but quietly, keeping to the shadows as we ascended, listening carefully for anyone. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, my heart pounding in my chest as we neared our goal. But just as we reached the door to the back exit, the sound of voices echoed down the hallway, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Quickly," I whispered, gesturing for Gwendolyn to follow me as I pushed open the door and stepped out into the night air.
