Chapter 45 Crescent 🌘

• I pace back and forth in my dungeon cell, my mind racing with a sense of unease. I'm worried, but I cannot quite put my finger on why. It's as if my instincts are screaming at me, warning me of an impending doom.
• Just as I'm starting to wear a hole into the stone floor, I hear the sound of heavy footsteps echoing from outside my cell, loud hurried thumping feet, growing louder with each passing moment.
• Curiously, I walk to the iron bars and my hands wrap around independent rows of bars as I anticipate what is coming. This is it, this is why I've been restless since the moment that I woke up.