155 - Eskaal's escape

[DUNGEON CELLAR - NIGHT]

The dungeon is shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the faint, flickering light of torches mounted on the stone walls. The air is thick with the musty scent of dampness and decay. Eskaal was in a rugged state, the determined Alpha of the Gravestone Pack, standing in his dimly lit cell, his eyes alert and focused on the heavy wooden door.

Outside his cell, the sound of Guards footsteps echoes, as they patrol the corridors with their torches. Eskaal knows that his escape plan hinges on timing and stealth. He glances around the cell, his keen eyes assessing his surroundings. He spots an old, rusted keyring hanging from a hook on the wall, partially hidden in the shadows. It's a glimmer of hope, a chance to free himself from this dungeon and the oppressive rule of the rival Lycan king Kaldir.

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