[Samael Ashwood's POV]
"WHERE IS THAT INTRUDER?"
Clatter~ Clatter~
A shout resounded throughout the prison right after which the sound of heels clicking against the stone floor echoed through the passage. Lady Clarissa's voice carried an icy authority that sent a shiver down the warden's spine. He took a step back, clearly intimidated by her presence, but I remained still, gathering what little strength I had left.
From the shadows, a tall, imposing figure emerged, her silver hair cascading down her back in intricate braids. Lady Clarissa's piercing eyes locked onto mine, and for a brief moment, the air seemed to freeze around us. She was dressed in her usual elaborate gown, the deep crimson fabric flowing behind her like bloodstained silk. Her expression was a mixture of fury and concern, a rare combination that only made her more intimidating.
"You," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "What in the gods' names happened here? And why does it reek of dark magic?"
