The clank of chains echoed through the dimly lit hallway as Lyria Stormvale was dragged forward, her wrists bound tight. Her vision blurred, but she kept her head held high, refusing to show weakness.

She glanced at the hooded figures dragging her, her voice sharp despite her exhaustion.

“Is this how cowards deal with threats? Hide your faces, bind my hands. Pathetic.”

They said nothing.

Lyria's gaze hardened. She'd break free. She always did.