Unbeatable

The cell was as grim as I'd expected, cold stone walls, a hard cot, and the faint, acrid scent of dampness. The guards shoved me inside without ceremony, slamming the heavy iron door shut behind me.

I collapsed onto the cot, my body trembling with exhaustion and fear. The events of the last few hours—or was it days?, I didn't know but it was moving around in my mind like a storm, and I pressed my hands to my temples, trying to will it all away.

I didn't know how long I sat there, staring at the ground, before the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor. My head snapped up, my breath catching as a familiar figure stepped into view.

Magnus.

He was tall and imposing, his dark robes billowing slightly as he came to a stop in front of my cell. His piercing eyes regarded me with that of curiosity and amusement, as though I were some fascinating specimen he'd stumbled upon.