Author POV
In the depths of this dimly lit stone room, Alaric found himself ensnared within the confines of an unforgiving iron cage.
The oppressive stillness of the chamber was abruptly shattered by the grating sound of rusted hinges, signaling the intrusion of unwelcome visitors. With a start, Alaric's eyes snapped open as the room's illumination intensified, casting harsh light upon his bewildered form.
"What in the Seven Hells?" Alaric exclaimed, his voice a mixture of confusion and irritation as icy water drenched him, soaking through his clothes and chilling him to the bone.
He shot a glare towards the source of the disturbance, a guard standing nonchalantly near the newly opened cell door.
The guard, a burly man with a sneer etched upon his face, chuckled at Alaric's predicam
