C177 Lengths of Endurance

The guards wasted no time. Strong hands grabbed onto Marina’s arms, dragging her forward. She didn’t resist—there was no point in wasting what little strength she had left. Her gaze flicked toward Asmodeus, who was still thrashing against the bars of his cell.

His fury was palpable. His hands curled around the iron, his body tense as if he could will himself to break through sheer force alone