Inside a prison-like structure, in a large, cramped cell, James, Kaelith, Camilla, Roman, and Elina lay unconscious on the cold ground.
One by one, they slowly began to wake up.
Kaelith was the first to open her eyes. A faint groan escaped her as she pushed herself up and looked around. Her expression hardened the moment she realized they were all trapped inside a prison cell.
The air felt heavy, oppressive.
No matter how they tried, none of them could use their powers.
It was as if something incredibly powerful was pressing down on them, suppressing every ability they had.
James swallowed hard, his throat dry.
"Where the hell are we…" he muttered in a low voice, eyes darting around the cell.
Elina adjusted her glasses, her gaze already sharp as she quickly analyzed their surroundings.
"It seems like we have been captured," she said quietly, "and have been kept here as prisoners."
Roman suddenly pushed himself to his feet.
