(Art by Rob De La Torre)

After beheading the sorcerer who was about to sacrifice you see him, your savior.

He reaches for a lever and starts cranking, carefully lowering your cage to the dark stone floor.

Now up close you finally manage to see your savior clearly, your breath hitches as you look up at him: clear eyes, long dark hair, strong jawline, battle scars all over, towering, a broad torso, and a densely muscular body.

His large hand rips the cage door off its hinges, the now broken lock clattering to the floor. He extends the calloused hand inside to help you out, his stern gaze now somewhat gentle.

For a moment you did not move, your eyes glued to his. He was surprisingly handsome for a barbarian.