Caius's Pov
I could feel the cage pressing in on me—not just the bars, but the suffocating heaviness of it. It wasn't iron, though it looked like it. It was something else, something etched with symbols that sizzled against my skin whenever I tried to force my way out. My claws dug into the bars until sparks of light and pain bit back at me. My strength might have been enough to tear apart most things, but here? It felt like trying to break through the earth itself.
And I hated it.
Hated being reduced to this—watching, waiting, useless.
