The magical energy in the air grew more intense, and every nerve in my body seemed to tighten, as if I was being consumed by an invisible pressure. The black-robed figure and his guards were still casting their spells, and the temperature in the cave continued to rise, as if the surrounding rock walls were vibrating slightly.
"I don't like this feeling," I whispered to Doctor Strange, feeling the pressure in my chest growing heavier.
Doctor Strange's eyes gleamed with the wisdom of someone used to facing the impossible. Despite being bound, he remained calm. "We must endure. Any resistance could hasten our demise. But if we find an opening—" He paused, his brow furrowed. "There may still be a glimmer of hope."
I nodded. Though anxiety filled me, I knew that any impulsive actions would only worsen our predicament. We had no choice but to wait, to hope for an opportunity that might appear.
