Chapter Sixty: Echoes of Captivity
Phera POV:
Consciousness greets me not as a friend, but as an adversary, dragging me back to a reality I'm not ready to face. Disorientation is the first sensation that washes over me, followed closely by a dull, pervasive ache centred around a burning on my neck. It's a cruel reminder of the last moments before darkness claimed me: the ambush, the struggle, and the sharp, unexpected pain of acid. Crap! Even thinking about it wants me to curl in a corner and hide.
Blinking against the dim lighting, I take in my surroundings with a growing sense of dread. The world has shrunk to the confines of a cold, merciless cage, its bars as unyielding as the reality I'm forced to confront. f**k! How’d I get here and by who? This isn't just a physical trap; it's a
