Jett sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor of his cell, the dim light casting long shadows across the walls. A faint hum of energy filled the air as he practiced his Aura and Mana technique, his focus unwavering. The steady rhythm of his breathing matched the flow of power coursing through him.
The tranquility shattered with a loud clang against the iron bars.
"Hey, you! Playtime's over. You've got visitors," barked the guard, his sword tapping against the bars in a steady, impatient rhythm. His tone was gruff, laced with disinterest.
Jett opened one eye, his concentration broken. A long sigh escaped his lips as he uncrossed his legs and stood, brushing the dust off his pants.
"Visitors, huh?" he murmured to himself, a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. "Let's see what fresh hell this is."
