The hooded figures dragged the chained captives further down the corridor, their boots echoing against the stone.
The group of civilians shuffled together, heads down, fear keeping them silent.
Alaric had his hood low and kept his grip tight on Elina's chain, playing his part.
Caleb and Livia moved just a few steps behind, keeping in rhythm with the others.
Then—
A loud crash echoed from outside the valley, followed by shouts. A horn blared once, sharp and urgent.
The hooded men stiffened. One cursed under his breath.
"Another patrol?" one muttered.
The leader snapped his fingers, pointing toward the sound. "You there, check it out. Now."
Few figures broke away, hurrying back the entrance, leaving the captives with fewer guards.
Alaric's eyes flickered beneath his hood.
He slowed his pace slightly, pulling Elina closer to his side as if keeping her in line, while his hand brushed against hers in a subtle signal.
