“I’m…afraid it’s time…”
Lucia’s dimmed eyes looked up as the Shadowmancer knelt down. A surprising reluctance seemed to swim in his glowing eyes when he unlocked her shackles. Despite the fact that her chains were finally becoming undone, Lucia knew that this wasn’t freedom for her; she was merely being led to the worst form of imprisonment possible.
“Come on…” The Shadowmancer muttered, standing up and pulling her by the sleeve. “Let’s go, we don’t have any time to waste.”
Though she knew it was futile, Lucia couldn’t help but struggle, grinding her feet into the cold, hard floor. “Please, no! Stop this! I don’t wanna-”
“Enough.” The sorcerer’s low, curt voice overpowered her. “I’ve given you all night to come to terms with this. You’ve had plenty of time to make peace with your fate.”