[Samael Ashwood's POV]
The guard's mocking laughter echoed through the corridor, sending a chill down my spine. Despite the fear, I forced myself to remain calm. Panic would do nothing to help Liliana or myself.
"Move," one of the guards commanded, shoving me forward. I stumbled but managed to regain my balance, my mind racing with possible escape plans.
As they led me through the winding corridors, I noted every turn and detail, hoping to memorize the layout of the fortress. The guards were heavily armed and vigilant, leaving little room for error. My dhampir regeneration was working slowly, mending my wounds, but I still felt weak and vulnerable.
As we moved the numbers of guards started increasing with each step. It seemed they were reinforcing their presence, anticipating any attempt at resistance or escape. Their jeers and taunts followed me, but I kept my head down, focused on conserving my energy and biding my time.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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