The six of them sat in the prison cart - each of them in different cells. Celeste was out cold in the cell adjacent to Atlan's while the rest of them tried to plan a way out.
"We'll be ok, right?" Lyra asked.
"We should be. We've had close calls before..." reassured Atlan.
"This isn't a close call, Atlan. We got caught this time for fuck's sake," Zeke grumbled from the corner.
"That doesn't mean we can't get out, though..." The demon tried to keep their hopes up.
"I appreciate the optimism, Atlan, I really do, but I'm not seeing a way out of this..." Val fiddled with the end of her coat.
"Val's right. These people... You saw the woman with the chains! Genesis, I think. That strength didn't feel natural when we got our asses kicked." Theo had magic proof gauntlets covering his hands.
Celeste began to groan from her cell. Atlan tried to reach her through the bars, but she was just out of reach.
"Cel? Feathers, come on..." The demon refused to give up.
The crow tried to crawl over but could only get so far before she fell back down. Atlan managed to grab onto her jacket and pulled her towards the bars that separated them.
"Val, do you have any chemicals on you?" The demon's gaze darted to the researcher.
"Barely anything to be of use... Why?"
"If you can get Theo's chains off, we might just have a shot at getting out of here!"
"Give me five minutes. I'll need to mix some of them to get something to hopefully dissolve the metal."
"And hopefully not his hands..." Zeke muttered as he tried to find something to get the chains off of the mage without risking any harm to him.
"I heard that..." muttered Theo nervously.
"No, you didn't..."
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The Legacy of the Alliance
FantasyAs six friends from wildly different upbringings come together to bring the six races together in peace, back-breaking challenges and even personal relations lead them astray.
