When Onyok and the villagers made their move, the faint clink of metal echoed as they pulled the guard into their cell, desperately trying to subdue him by choking him into unconsciousness.
Their urgent struggle was driven by the need to retrieve his key, vital for Onyok's escape. Although the sound might have seemed minor, it was enough to catch the attention of the vigilant guards nearby.
Even the slightest noise could not escape their trained ears. Always on high alert for any sign of danger.
The guards immediately sensed a threat. The clink became an unintended alarm, threatening to derail Onyok's carefully orchestrated escape plan.
The dungeon door creaked open, a slow and menacing groan that made Onyok freeze in place.
His breath caught in his throat as ten guards poured into the room, each armed with a weapon gleaming faintly in the dim torchlight.
"Damn it!"
