Chapter 115: Captive of the Cursed Spire
Hannah jolted awake, gasping for frigid stale air as consciousness crashed back into her senses.
Damp jagged stone pressed into her shoulders and spine, thick underground rot clinging to her skin in a cold suffocating shroud.
Her eyes flew wide, etched with raw unmasked horror, as she took in her surroundings.
She lay trapped within a lightless rough hewn cave, narrow moss lit walls closing in from every side.
A circular cage of heavy stone bars sealed her inside a cramped cell, and the instant her trembling palm brushed the barrier every thread of her golden mana winked out into empty nothingness.
Magic withered here, snuffed out before it could stir.
No wind, no hidden flame, no woven enchantment could take hold.
Even the faint bonded connection tying her to Ren and Katrina frayed thin and broken against the stone.
