Zanders POV. TW this is very dark chapter sorry 🙂 I have thrown up three times. I am getting hard flashbacks. I can’t see anything other than blood. My magic is bursting from me. My knuckles are busted and I am bleeding from a cut on my head. They are endless. So many people, so many guards, so many brainwashed people. They will not come with us, they will fight until we kill them or knock them out. Mom has already told me that they are not making it to the surface before they die. There might be some spell on them that if they leave this place that they die. I want to leave. I don't want to be here anymore. A man run towards me while I lean against the wall, he has his mouth open, foam spilling down on his chest. I push against the wall and punch him right in the jaw. He stumbles

