By the time we reached the gates of Iona, Leader Daniel was already there, waiting for us. His face was grim, his brow furrowed with tension. As we approached, he bowed in greeting but wasted no time with formalities.
"We need to get to the prison. Now," he urged, his voice low but urgent.
Without a word, we all moved in unison, our pace quickening as we followed him through the narrow streets of Iona. The atmosphere was heavy, the air thick with anticipation. My heart pounded in my chest, the sense of impending danger growing stronger with every step.
When we reached the prison, the sight that met us was more unsettling than I had anticipated. Akasha stood in his cell, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. A golden aura surrounded him, flickering like fire, and his maniacal laughter echoed through the stone walls.
