As Isiah and Eijar moved through the dark and foreboding corridors of the prison, he could feel her heavy weight on her hands.
Every step he took had to be calculated, every move thought through with precision. He couldn't afford to make a mistake, not with the enemy's forces hot on their trail.
Isiah was a master of magic, and he knew that he had to use every trick in his arsenal to keep Eijar safe.
As they continued to walk, Isiah's mind was racing. He had no idea how to get out of this place, but he was determined to find a way.
Using his keen senses, he detected the presence of other mages and made sure to take the least crowded paths, slipping through the shadows undetected.
Isiah's heart was pounding as he stepped out into the open air, relieved to have finally made it out of the prison.
He took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling the sun on his face for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
But as he took a step forward, he suddenly became aware of a presence behind him. He turned around, and his heart sank as he saw a group of guards standing just a few yards away.
Panic set in as Isiah realized that he had been caught on camera, and that the guards had been tracking his every move.
He knew that there was no way he could fight them all off, not without exposing Eijar to even more danger.
He cursed himself for not being more careful, for not thinking through every possible scenario.
But as the guards started to close in, Isiah knew that he couldn't afford to waste any more time on regrets.
He had to act fast if he wanted to keep himself and Eijar alive. With a quick flick of his finger, he conjured a shield of dark energy around them, hoping that it would be enough to protect them from the guards' weapons.
Isiah chuckled to himself as he adjusted Eijar's position on his shoulder. She had grown so much since the last time they had been together, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the sight of her.
"Now you look like a real dark creature," he whispered to her. "Back then, you just looked like a small snake that was annoying."
Eijar coiled herself tighter around his neck. Isiah smiled to himself,
Isiah's mind was racing as he contemplated his next move. Should he stay and fight the group of people who were chasing him or should he make a run for it and head to the factory that the man had described to him?
As he weighed his options, Isiah couldn't help but feel a sense of fatigue creeping in.
He had been running for what felt like hours, and his body was starting to feel the effects of the constant exertion.
He could feel the sweat dripping down his face, and his chest heaving as he gasped for air.
But despite the weariness that was taking over his body, Isiah knew that he couldn't give up.
That's when the man's words echoed in his mind, "The factory!"
He could feel his heart beating faster as he made up his mind to run towards the factory.
As he made his way towards the factory, Isiah could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
He knew that his life was on the line, and he couldn't afford to slow down. His legs were burning with each step, and his lungs were working overtime as he struggled to catch his breath.
Despite the physical discomfort that he was feeling, Isiah's mind was surprisingly clear.
He could think of nothing else but reaching the safety of the factory. As he got closer, he could see the towering structure looming in the distance.
"It looks as if it has been abandoned for years …this doesn't make any sense " he said, very surprised.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Isiah made it to the factory's entrance.
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and a sense of relief washed over him.
The only thing that remained was the gnawing hunger in his throat.
But even that was a minor concern compared to the danger he had just escaped.
" I just have to find him, Ciel" he said again.
Isiah knew that he had made the right choice in running towards the factory. There was no mages or guards outside and that gave him a sense of safety.
As he sat there, catching his breath and letting the adrenaline subside, Isiah couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.
Isiah didn't enter the factory, he just kept looking at it from the outside,he felt a sense of relief wash over him. The place was eerily quiet, with no sign of anyone else around.
" Ciel, wait for me " he shouted .
He made his way through the dimly lit corridors, his footsteps echoing off the walls. The factory was massive, with dozens of rooms and passages that seemed to stretch on endlessly.
Despite the solitude, Isiah felt a sense of comfort in the isolation. The quietness of the factory was a welcome respite from the noise and chaos of the outside world.
He could hear the sound of his own breathing, the rustle of his clothes, and the soft shuffling of his feet as he walked. It was a peaceful sound, a world away from the clamor of the city he had left behind.
As Isiah continued his exploration of the factory, he couldn't help but notice the surprisingly hot weather.
The air was thick and heavy, with a sweltering heat that made his skin prickle with sweat
. It was unlike anything he had experienced before, certainly not like the cooler temperatures of the empire he had left behind.
Isiah found himself wondering about the weather and the location of the factory.
"Did that bustard lied to me , this place is empty …dead empty …sh****t…where is he ? Where is Ciel?"
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