Chapter one hundred and seven

The air hung thick and heavy within the dank confines of the dungeon cell with the only light filtering in from a narrow slit high in the stone wall. Two figures huddled in the corner, their faces illuminated by the dim glow of a flickering torch. One, clad in a simple linen tunic shifted restlessly with her gaze fixed on the iron bars that separated her from the outside world. The other, a woman of imposing stature her dark hair pulled back in a tight braid remained still, her eyes reflecting the cold and hard reality of their situation.

"It's been two days." the woman in linen whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Two days since they dragged us down here.”

“Two days too long,” the other woman, the one with the braid, replied, her voice gravelly. “And still no word from the outside world or about Draven and his group.”

The woman in linen, Vivian, let out a soft sigh. "I worry about them. Especially Jess. She is so young.”

The other woman, Penny, her gaze hardening, said, "Mateo