[Samael Ashwood's POV]
"WHERE IS THAT INTRUDER?"
Clatter~ Clatter~
A shout resounded throughout the prison right after which the sound of heels clicking against the stone floor echoed through the passage. Lady Clarissa's voice carried an icy authority that sent a shiver down the warden's spine. He took a step back, clearly intimidated by her presence, but I remained still, gathering what little strength I had left.
From the shadows, a tall, imposing figure emerged, her silver hair cascading down her back in intricate braids. Lady Clarissa's piercing eyes locked onto mine, and for a brief moment, the air seemed to freeze around us. She was dressed in her usual elaborate gown, the deep crimson fabric flowing behind her like bloodstained silk. Her expression was a mixture of fury and concern, a rare combination that only made her more intimidating.
