Aeon coughed violently, his lungs burning from the dust-filled air. His vision blurred as he struggled to assess his situation. The room, once a suffocating prison, was now a broken, chaotic ruin. Pieces of furniture lay scattered and splintered, and the floor was littered with debris. The door to his cell was entirely buried beneath the collapsed wall.
He tried to move his trapped leg, wincing as fresh waves of pain shot through him. Gritting his teeth, he pressed his hands against the beam, pushing with every ounce of strength he could muster. It barely budged.
“Damn it,” he muttered to himself, his voice raspy. “I couldn’t be any luckier.” His body ached, and his lungs screamed for clean air.
He clenched his jaw, summoning every ounce of his strength as he pushed against the beam. Hi
