In the underground prison complex, it was a scene of pure mayhem.
Rubble fell from above as sections of the ceiling gave way, chunks of stone crashing into the corridors. Dust and debris filled the air, choking visibility and turning every passage into a haze.
Through it all, the prisoners roared at the top of their lungs. Not out of fear and apprehension, but pure adrenaline and excitement.
They slammed against the bars, chains rattling, voices rising in a frenzy that echoed through every level. The noise fed the chaos, acting as fuel and making it harder for the guards to keep everything under control.
But keeping the prisoners in check was the last thing they had to worry about. Because one by one, the guards succumbed to their deaths. Serpents struck from the shadows, swift and silent.
A venomous bite, a brief moment of struggle, and then eternal darkness.
