Cadel's POV:
As I released Arnold, the metallic clinks of the chains echoed in the dungeon. The weight of the decision settled on my shoulders. Arnold stood there, no longer restrained, his gaze unwavering. The atmosphere in the dungeon shifted, and a quiet anticipation settled in.
"Arnold," I began, my voice carrying a mix of determination and uncertainty, "you're free to eat, walk, and do whatever you want around the premises. But make no mistake, any attempt to escape would cost you your life."
Arnold, though no longer bound, remained defiant. "Still threatening my life, I see."
“Are you insane?” Cameroon asked, stepping forward. “You should be grateful that my brother has the decency to treat you with respect and set you free.”
Arnold scoffed. “Sure, thank you. I guess I better sp
