Amberine's eyes fluttered open. She didn't know for how long she has been here, but she's too thirsty and hungry, it felt like it has been days. Her vision blurry in the dim light of the chamber. Her entire body ached, the cold, searing pain from the tattoos still burning across her skin. The enchanted chains dug into her wrists, sapping her mana, leaving her weak and vulnerable. She tried to shift, but her muscles screamed in protest, the cold metal biting against her skin. She let out a shaky breath, her heart heavy with despair, but somewhere deep inside her, something kept her fighting. She wasn't going to give up. She couldn't.