Alvaro didn't dare move, resigning himself as Vlad carried him through the air, leaping from tree to tree. He closed his eyes against the wind caused by Vlad's rapid movement.
Then he felt Vlad begin to slow down and opened his eyes just as Vlad landed on a balcony. Only then did Alvaro stir and start to struggle.
Vlad was caught off guard; Alvaro's strength was unlike that of the other slaves. Finally, he let go of his captive, causing Alvaro to fall to the floor.
"Shit!" Alvaro exclaimed as he landed hard on his butt. He quickly got up, startled to see three people who looked just as surprised as he was.
Alvaro looked around. He was in a large, dimly lit room, but he could still see the intricate carvings on the walls. The space was elegant and spacious, but there was an eerie feeling in the air that he couldn't quite explain.
He stepped back, confused. The three people looked just as scared as he felt. But he shouldn't have cared about them—he needed to get out of there.
