Chaos in Camp...

The journey was long, the oppressive silence broken only by the hum of the transport and the occasional barked orders from the Shadow Court guards. 

The camp came into view as they crested a hill—a sprawling fortress of dark stone and jagged spires, its walls patrolled by shadowy figures.

The captives were led into the heart of the camp, their presence drawing curious and hostile gazes from the soldiers and mages that lined the path. They were taken to a large holding area, surrounded by towering black walls etched with glowing runes.

Adrian glanced around, taking in every detail of their surroundings. The guards, the defenses, the positioning of the mages—it was all information he would use later.

"You're awfully calm for someone who just surrendered," Lilith muttered, her whip coiled loosely at her side.

"Calm is relative," Adrian replied, his fiery chains sparking faintly despite the suppression magic. "I'm waiting."