Oliver had been relentlessly trying to meet his sister, Isabella, but it seemed like fate was conspiring against him. Serena and the other guards, like unyielding sentinels, had stopped his every attempt to reunite with his worse enemy.
"Damn it! Serena looks like I treated you too nice. Next time, I will completely destroy you," Oliver promised himself, as he forogt to keep his calm mindset.
Frustration gnawed at his determination, and gradually, he withdrew from conversations with his cellmate, Isaac. All his efforts were now solely focused on the elusive dream of seeing Isabella, who had been brought here on behalf of the powerful empire to be the judge of the upcoming tournament.
