John and his subordinates descended further into the depths of the prison, their boots echoing against the cold, damp stone stairway. The air grew colder and heavier as they moved deeper, the faint torchlight from the upper levels barely reaching this far.
One of the soldiers raised a hand, a small orb of fire flickering to life in his palm. With a murmured spell, the fire expanded and lit the entire corridor, casting ominous shadows across the walls.
The sudden illumination caused a stir among the prisoners, who recoiled in confusion and irritation, shielding their eyes or retreating into the darkness of their cells.
"This should do it," John muttered with a smug grin as he approached the cell, where the commander was held. His footsteps slowed as he eyed the motionless figure slumped against the far wall, chains binding him tightly.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!