As they crouched low in the dense undergrowth, hidden in the shadows of the towering trees, their minds raced, trying to come up with a plan to deal with this impossible task. The rogue sat motionless in the iron-barred cage at the center of the clearing, his large form barely visible under the dimming light, but even from this distance, they could feel his presence: a heavy, oppressive aura that sent a shiver through Raya’s spine.
The guards surrounding the cage were rigid, standing like statues, their hands gripping long silver spires that gleamed wickedly under the faint sunlight filtering through the thick canopy. They were waiting, unwavering, not mere placeholders but actual warriors, ready to strike down anything or anyone who dared to challenge them.
They needed to figure this o
