The cold, unyielding weight of the impending capture pressed down on us as the shadows of soldiers closed in, their armor catching fragments of moonlight that danced over their darkened blades. The scent of salt and brine thickened the air, mingling with the sharp tang of sweat from the pursuing guards. Each breath I took felt labored, the haze of fear and adrenaline fogging my senses as they closed in leaving no room for escape.
"What do we do now?" I asked desperately, voice trembling as I cast frantic glances at Ocean. His face was composed, eyes glinting with something dangerousโmischief, defiance, and something darker, as if he welcomed chaos rather than fleeing from it.
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