Theia nodded, immediately moving to the storage racks, throwing open crates and handing out whatever weapons she could find—swords, daggers, and even crude maces. The prisoners grabbed whatever they could, some wielding their new weapons with shaky hands, but their faces showed renewed determination.
"Listen up! We may have been discovered, but this isn't over! It's only over when you give up!" Hilda shouted, her voice echoing through the warehouse.
The skinny man spoke up, his voice shaky but resolute. "Yes, a chance is more than we ever had before!"
"Then let's make it count," Hilda said, her voice steady and commanding. "Follow my lead, and we'll get out of here."
The prisoners nodded, gripping their weapons tighter. They had come this far, and they were prepared to fight for their freedom.
"For freedom!" Hilda yelled to rally the people, sensing that some were losing morale after being discovered.
