Chapter 284: Not without a fight

I woke up to cold stone pressing into my back, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air. My arms ached, heavy chains biting into my wrists, and for a moment, I felt disoriented.

Where was I? The last thing I remembered was storming Sydney's parents' base, anger boiling in my veins. I had been so sure I could take them down, so confident that nothing could stand in my way. But then, everything had gone dark.

Now, I was trapped.

I lifted my head slowly, squinting against the dim light filtering into the small room. The space was tight, walls made of thick, ancient stone, giving off a suffocating, claustrophobic feel.

The smell of rot was overwhelming, and the chains that bound me clanked ominously with every small movement I made. My muscles screamed in protest, but I pulled myself up, forcing my body to obey.

I couldn't stay here.