Ranio’s POV
We had been tied up for what felt like hours, maybe longer. My arms ached from the weight of the silver chains that bound us, and my head throbbed from the gas we had unknowingly inhaled. Rex, Martin, and Asher lay beside me, barely conscious. The room was deathly quiet, the weight of our predicament pressing down on all of us.
My mind raced as I tried to think of a way out. There had to be something we could do. But with the chains cutting into our skin and sapping our strength, I knew we wouldn’t last long like this.
Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the unmistakable sound of fighting coming from outside the room. I blinked, trying to clear my head as I listened closely. Grunts, the clash of weapons, someone was attacking the guards.
"You hear that?" I nudged Rex wit
