Ashoka sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor of his cell in the heart of Lanka's palace, his eyes closed in deep meditation.
The oppressive darkness of sensory deprivation had been his companion for more than half a month, a punishment for his attempt to strangle the caretakers of his prison.
He had been biding his time, gathering the power within him, waiting for the right moment.
The woman who had summoned him here, Charybdis, possessed an aura so powerful that any escape attempt would be futile as long as she was nearby.
On this night, Ashoka's patience was rewarded.
He felt it—the oppressive aura of Charybdis disappearing, fading to some distant part of the palace or perhaps beyond.
His eyes snapped open, a fierce determination burning within them.
This was the moment he had been waiting for.
Ashoka reached into his mouth and pulled out a nail he had carefully bitten off and hidden.
In his hand, the nail glinted ominously as his unique skill, Emperor, transformed it into a weapon capable of killing.
Without hesitation, he moved to the door of his cell and slashed at it.
The initial strikes did little more than scratch the surface, but Ashoka was relentless.
He continued to slash, each strike fueled by his desperation and rage.
Almost an hour passed, the constant scraping of metal against metal echoing in the silent corridors.
His fingers bled, the pain searing up his arms, but he did not stop.
Finally, with a final, exhausted swing, the door gave way, crashing open. Ashoka staggered forward, his breath ragged but his spirit unbroken.
The corridors of the palace were dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls as he moved with calculated haste.
He fought his way through, knocking out guards with quick, precise blows.
Whenever he encountered someone stronger, he avoided confrontation, slipping into the shadows until the threat had passed.
His movements were a blend of grace and desperation, a dance of survival.
As he neared the exit, the salty scent of the ocean reached his nostrils, a beacon of freedom.
With one last burst of energy, Ashoka sprinted toward the open air, the cool breeze washing over him as he emerged from the palace's oppressive walls.
The moonlight reflected off the ocean's surface, a shimmering path to freedom.
Without a second thought, Ashoka leaped into the ocean, the cold water enveloping him as he swam away from the palace.
Each stroke through the water was a vow, a promise to himself. One day, he would return.
One day, he would take his revenge on the danav who had summoned him to this place and humiliated him.
Ashoka swam through the cold ocean waters, each stroke fueled by his burning desire for freedom and vengeance.
Behind him, the palace of Lanka stood silent and dark against the night sky.
Inside the palace, Charybdis returned after some time, her presence as ominous as ever to the onlookers.
The wardens of the prison kept their heads bowed in fear, their bodies trembling.
They had expected wrath, fury, or punishment. Instead, Charybdis only smiled—a chilling, inscrutable smile that sent shivers down their spines.
Her piercing gaze swept over them, lingering for a moment longer than comfortable, before she turned away.
"Interesting," she murmured to herself, the smile never leaving her lips.
The wardens dared not look up, their fear palpable in the heavy silence of the corridor.
That smile was something else, something far more terrifying in its quiet certainty.
Charybdis walked down the hall, her thoughts hidden behind that eerie smile.
She reached the shattered cell door, the remnants of Ashoka's desperate escape still evident.
She ran a finger along the jagged edges, her smile widening ever so slightly.
"Good," she whispered, almost as if speaking to herself. "Let him run. The hunt is always more satisfying when the prey believes it has escaped."
Her laughter echoed softly through the corridor, sending chills through the wardens who dared not move.
They had no idea what plans she had in store, but they knew one thing for certain: Their queen was never one to let go of what she considered hers.
Outside, Ashoka continued to swim, the palace receding into the distance.
He was free for now, but a part of him sensed that this escape was only the beginning of a much larger game.
Charybdis's smile lingered in the shadows, a silent promise that their paths would cross again.
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