ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ

Chapter four

In the dimly lit and damp cell, Xenovia's frustration and anger simmered beneath the surface. Her dark red hair cascaded around her like a fiery waterfall as she paced back and forth, her footsteps echoing through the cold stone walls. The heavy metal bars that separated her from the outside world seemed like a cruel reminder of the predicament she found herself in.

With every step, her black armor clinked softly, a testament to the powerful and mysterious persona she embodied. Xenovia was not one to be trifled with, and being wrongly accused of murder only added fuel to the fire burning within her.

Her piercing green eyes glared through the bars, her gaze unwavering and fierce. Though her helmet had been taken from her, she made sure to keep her identity concealed beneath her dark cloak and armor. Xenovia valued her anonymity, for it allowed her to move unnoticed in a world filled with danger and intrigue.

Suddenly, the silence of the cell was broken as the sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears. The cell door swung open, and a guard stood before her, offering an apology for the misunderstanding. He handed her back her helmet, acknowledging that they should have taken a closer look at their appearances before accusing them. Xenovia listened to his words, her annoyance only slightly appeased by the belated realization of the guards.

As the guard turned to leave, Xenovia's sharp wit couldn't help but retort, "Better late than never, I suppose." Her tone was laced with sarcasm, her pride refusing to let the situation go without a final jab.

Once the guard had gone, Xenovia wasted no time in donning her helmet, feeling an immediate sense of security wash over her. Her helmet not only concealed her identity but also symbolized the strength and resilience she possessed as a warrior.

With her helmet secured, Xenovia was ready to face whatever lay ahead. She knew that she and Aphmau had to clear their names and find the true culprit behind the murder. The stakes were high, but Xenovia was determined to uncover the truth and bring justice to the innocent.

As she stepped out of the cell and into the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps were purposeful and determined. The shadows seemed to dance around her as she moved, an enigmatic figure cloaked in darkness and power.

The guard station's main area was filled with the low hum of activity as guards bustled about, their attention drawn to various tasks. Amidst the organized chaos, Xenovia's heavy footsteps echoed like drums, a fierce determination in every step. Her dark red hair peeked out from under her helmet, and her blue eyes glowed with an intensity that demanded attention.

As she strode through the bustling room, she spotted Aphmau, Thorgi sitting beside her aswell as her newfound companions - the four dogs she had adopted from the crazy cat lady's island, alongside her loyal black wolf, Ares. The sight of her friend surrounded by her furry entourage brought a small, hidden smile to Xenovia's face, though her helm concealed it from view.

Her focus, however, quickly shifted to the head guard who was nervously fidgeting under her piercing gaze. Xenovia's voice reverberated through the room, commanding attention from all those present. Her words were like thunder, each one hitting with force, filled with righteous anger and frustration at the injustice they had faced.

"Why in the world would someone imprison innocent people without proper evidence? Are you blind, deaf, or just incompetent?" Her voice rang with authority, and her words cut like sharpened blades. She was relentless in her verbal assault, refusing to let the head guard off the hook for the grave mistake he had made.

The head guard tried to explain the situation, stammering in an attempt to justify his actions. But Xenovia was having none of it; her anger burned like a raging inferno, fueling her relentless barrage of insults and accusations.