"damn it.." The hiss falls from your lips as you tug at the rope that pressed tightly against your wrist. You— a scholar from the Akademiya, had gotten caught up and captured by the fatui.

But your world came to a pause when you heard startled gasp outside the tent they 'so graciously' left you in. The sounds of combat could be heard— the air around you felt heavy as static pricked your skin. The tent opened, revealing none other than the General Mahamatra himself.

"There you are.."