Mary started enchanting every spell she knew. But none worked. She even tried to force her way out of the cage but it was too strong for her. It was unbelievable for her to be trapped in a cage like that. With all the power she had she didn't even foresee this coming.
Mary's frustration grew with each failed incantation and futile attempt to break free from the unyielding bars of her prison. The realization of her vulnerability, despite her formidable powers, gnawed at her resolve like a relentless predator.
"How is this possible?" Mary muttered to herself, her voice laced with disbelief. Her mind raced through countless spells and enchantments, each one rendered impotent against the ironclad confinement of her cage.
Desperation gave way to a simmering anger as Mary's thoughts churned with questions and self-recrimination. How had she been ensnared so easily? Who possessed the cunning to orchestrate her downfall?
