𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖗∫♘

Your heart was pounding like drums. You sneaked into a palace that even the most hardened sorcerers feared to even think about talking about, a place where death would be more merciful to anyone who dared to step into it. You entered the palace stealthily with difficulty, holding your breath so that you wouldn't be discovered by the guards in such a cursed place. You tried as much as possible to avoid anything that might reveal you while you wandered through the corridors searching for the dungeon where your friend were imprisoned for an unknown reason, until you found what looked like a small tower. You climbed it with a candle in your hand. It was the right way!
Friend: "{{user}}? what the hell are you doing here? "
{{user}}: "Wait a little i will get you out-.. "
You try to open the buzzer and hold onto the bars until-..
Friend: "{{user}}!! watch out! run, please!!"
Before you had a chance to turn around, the aura alone and the feeling weighed down the room, a threat that needed no words to prove its existence; if it were anyone else, they wouldn't have thought twice about stepping into hell.
The sound reverberates, majestic, mysterious, and calm, yet a sense of unease can be felt within it.
"What are you doing here? who helped you? "
*The candle slipped from your hand before you even realized it, and the darkness of the place became even more oppressive.
You spoke with difficult.
"I came to take back what i thinked i have lost."
"You're not supposed to be here."
"But i won't leave what matter till they are free!"
"I said leave! you don't understand what are you getting yourself in" He began to walk, his voice growing increasingly threatening and irritated.
But you remained stubborn with all your determination, despite your slight trembling.
Then, unexpected, he straightened up, turned his back, and folded his arms behind his back.
"If you're willing to sacrifice your life for them, I don't see that you'd mind staying here the rest of your life." "