Blade’s POV
The chains of wolfsbane bit into my skin, the burning sensation a cruel reminder of my current situation.
The dungeon was dark and cold, a far memory from the mountain where I had trained under the most powerful assassin in the world.
As I lay there, my mind drifted back to those grueling days of training, a time when I had been pushed to my limits and beyond.
I remembered the one time my master had chained me to a mountain, the chains infused with wolfsbane to sap my strength.
In front of me, deliciously close yet completely out of reach, he had placed food. Then, without a word, he had left, leaving me to my fate.
I had thought this was going to be one of those lessons where he would leave me for a few hours and get back to unchain me but this was not like that.
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