Chapter 169: Sounds Like A Plan
"Training for freedom? What does it mean?" Rhaegar’s eyes widened with curiosity, his gaze fixed on Laesh. Laesh pointed a bony finger toward the distant, hazy white light above their heads, his face taking on a somewhat dreamy expression.
"We are in the pit, aren’t we?"
Rhaegar followed his gaze, his eyes locking on the small hole of light that seemed impossibly far away. Instinctively, he nodded, though Laesh was not looking at him. It seemed the boy had been waiting for that response regardless.
"Well, as you can see," Laesh continued, his tone almost whimsical, "the pit is not covered. And that means we have a chance to leave it."
Rhaegar’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Leave it? But how?"
He glanced around at the towering stone walls of the prison, a wave of desperation washing over him. Leave? The thought seemed absurd. The smooth, polished rock walls stretched endlessly upward, gleaming as though mocking anyone foolish enough to attempt climbing them. If escape were truly possible, how many had already tried?
And more importantly––how many had survived?
As if sensing the turmoil in his thoughts, Laesh let out a disappointed sigh.
"No one has ever escaped the pit," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. "It is not that easy... but we still try. What else is left for us anyway?"