Stefan's POV
The strong scent of sulfur fills my lungs as I struggle to lift my heavy lids. My vision is blurred as I blink my eyes rapidly to clear them.
The witch shot us up with something. I can't heal the wounds from the silver chains.
Axel's weak voice is laced with concern as I turn my head to see the twins huddled together in a small iron cage, while a still unconscious Jake is lying motionless and shackled on the ground. My eyes study my surroundings more as my vision clears a bit. People are moving around the large cave, carrying buckets filled with some kind of liquid. The mysterious liquid was being poured into a large crystal-looking well, while others moved about using various tools to dig a trench-like structure leading from the well towards the northern-facing wall of the
