The Last Blood Mage

Prison Break

In the depths of a dimly lit dungeon, the air was heavy with despair and the scent of mildew. The stone walls were damp and cold, echoing the faint sounds of distant moans and chains clinking. In one of the cells, Gabriel sat hunched over, his gray hair unkempt and his body emaciated from the lack of food provided by his captors. Despite his weakened state, his eyes burned with a quiet intensity, a testament to the unbroken spirit within.

The prison guard captain, a burly man with a sadistic streak, took pleasure in the torment of his charges. He strolled through the dungeon, keys jangling at his belt, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. Stopping in front of Gabriel's cell, he rattled the bars with his baton.

"Time for our daily chat, old man," he sneered. "Still holding on to your foolish ideals?"

Gabriel lifted his head, his gaze steady. "The evil that men like Marvin spread... it will not endure forever. Tyranny has a way of crumbling under its own weight," he said, his voice raspy