Adrian's breath came in ragged gasps as he tore through the labyrinthine corridors of the underground fortress, his footsteps echoing against the cold, stone walls. The metallic clang of boots pursued him relentlessly, each step a reminder of the peril snapping at his heels. His body, bruised and battered from the recent betrayal, screamed for respite, but the fire of survival burned hotter, pushing him forward.
The flickering torchlight barely illuminated the path ahead, casting long, distorted shadows that danced with menace. Adrian's heart pounded in rhythm with his racing thoughts—he had to keep moving, had to find a way out, or everything would be lost. The rebels, once his comrades, were now his hunters, driven by lies and fueled by the desire to see him dead.
As he rounded a corner, his eyes caught sight of an iron door, half-concealed behind a tattered tapestry. With a desperate lunge, he yanked it open and stumbled into a hidden chamber. The door slammed
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