The obsidian chamber, lined with booby-traps, hummed with a low, eerie energy. Xara, inside this stupid cell, paced the narrow space, her boots echoing dully against the stone pressure plates. She muttered quietly to herself, her eyes flicking to every corner. “He thinks this can hold me here forever? He’s wrong…” She suddenly stopped, looking around cautiously. She could've sworn she heard something… Or someone.
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