A few days later, inside the Flynn Manor's dungeon, Alvertos slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he did, fear crept into his heart and thoroughly gripped it, for he knew just where he was.
The dim lights, the damp and bloody ground, the stone walls, and the Magi wearing the familiar clothes with the Flynn Family's insignia on them, all caused him to shudder.
"Mmph! Mmph!" He tried to speak but was horrified to learn that his mouth had been tied shut by a thick rope.
His eyes darted around to see the situation he was in. His hand and feet were tied tightly to the metal chair he was sitting on.
Glancing at his bloodied right shoulder and his missing arm, tears began to well up in his eyes. Without his hand, he would never be able to execute the physical components of spells.
But casting spells was the least of his worries at the moment. He was certain that he wasn't going to leave this place alive.
