Waiting Patiently

As Cain's desperate cries faded away, the cell room fell into an uncomfortable silence. It was like the whole place was holding its breath. No one spoke, no one moved—everyone just stood still, feeling the weight of the situation.

Thorin, clearly pissed, slammed his fist against the iron bars again. "This is bullshit!" he growled, frustration still written all over his face. His knuckles remained unscathed despite pounding the bars repeatedly—it seemed like he still had some strength left, even with those damned restriction collars holding us back. Well, not that it mattered anyway; we were still stuck here with no way out.