In the dead of night, a small, almost invisible insect flew soundlessly through the damp corridors of the royal prison. Its wings barely stirred the night air, and its size allowed it to slip unnoticed past the iron bars and heavy wooden doors.
The insect even moved past through the magical barriers. It moved with purpose, like a guided human on a mission, crawling inch by inch deeper into the depths of the prison.
After a long struggle through the cold and damp corridors, the insect finally reached a secluded, dark cell. Inside, a woman was suspended by chains, her limbs tied tightly to the stone walls. Her once vibrant skin was now covered by bloody patches, due to the result of endless torture from the guards.
A pair of soldiers stood near her, their hands gripping cruel, barbed whips that dripped with her blood.
