Captives

Ansel and over ninety humans were led to a massive cave entrance. The group's murmurs filled the air as they stepped into the dimly lit space.

He recognized the place immediately.

It was the same place he had discovered the strange markings when they last visited this world.

Could it be that the cave was not a secret place after all?

They had walked a great distance and Ansel didn't know when they were going to stop.

The group's initial murmurs had long since faded into exhausted silence, broken only by the soft rustling of footsteps on the rough terrain.

To make matters worse, a witch had casted a spell on them, restricting their movements.

Ansel sniffed the air. Something about this place felt oddly familiar.

He could sense pain and torture.

They continued walking and finally, they were able to see a light.

A blue crystal illuminated a room and the guard gestured for them to halt their footsteps.

Ansel stared at the room closely, it wasn't exactly a room.

Perhaps, an opening to so

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