Trigger Warning: Violence.
Caym remained silent, his expression inscrutable as he gazed back at the young man with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the darkness of the dungeon. There was a haunting emptiness in his eyes, a void that seemed to swallow the light around him.
"Oh, Caym," Ingrid whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the tension that hung heavy in the air. Just then, the door slammed open, revealing a familiar figure.
"Grand Commander!" Hector exclaimed, his long curly hair in disarray, strands sticking out in all directions, matted with sweat and blood. His armor bore the stains of battle, a testament to the fierce conflict that had undoubtedly raged outside the confines of the dungeon.
