With Anna's wounds tended to and her consciousness restored, Isabella and Ozlo turned their attention to the groggy priest, whose words held the key to their next move. As he regained awareness, their gazes locked onto his, brimming with determination and urgency. The priest's eyes darted nervously, his body trembling with fear, sensing the weight of the impending interrogation.
Gradually, the priest's stammering voice broke the silence, confessing the existence of a Hidden Underground Mana Tower beneath them. His words pierced the air, revealing the presence of Abaddon Urion, the fearsome General of War. Isabella and Ozlo exchanged glances, absorbing this critical information, their minds racing to formulate their next course of action.
Abaddon Urion, the Demon General of War, stood as a formidable figure within the depths of the tower. His towering stature commanded respect and struck fear into the hearts of all who encountered him. Every sinew of his muscular frame emanated power, while his battle-scarred armor bore testament to countless victories. Dark, smoldering eyes burned with an intensity that mirrored the ferocity of his bloodlust. The very ground trembled beneath the weight of his massive battle axe, a weapon honed to cleave through rock and bone with terrifying ease. The mere resonance of his approaching footsteps sent shivers down the spines of his enemies, heralding their impending doom.
As the priest revealed this crucial information, his knowledge of Abaddon Urion's true objective remained elusive. Sensing deception and a hidden agenda, Ozlo's patience waned, his focus honed to a razor's edge. Without hesitation, he delivered a swift strike, rendering the priest unconscious, ensuring that no more lies would escape his lips.
Isabella's eyes flickered with a mix of determination and compassion. Her thoughts turned to the innocent souls trapped within the dungeons, victims of the despicable slave trade operation. She knew they had to act swiftly to save as many lives as possible and cause chaos that would aid their escape.
"Ozlo, we cannot ignore the plight of the enslaved. We must free them, not only to save them from their torment but also to sow chaos within the dungeon, providing cover for our escape," Isabella declared, her voice unwavering.
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Ozlo nodded in agreement, understanding the significance of their actions. "You're right, Isabella. Our mission encompasses both rescue and disruption. Let us unleash the divine and arcane to shatter the chains that bind these souls."
Together, they ventured deeper into the dungeon, their steps purposeful and their resolve unyielding. The cries of suffering souls echoed through the dimly lit corridors, spurring them forward. Drawing upon Isabella's holy powers and Ozlo's mastery of potions and arcane spells, they unleashed a torrent of divine light and arcane energy. Chains shattered, prison doors flung open, and panic gripped the hearts of the captors.
As chaos erupted within the dungeon, the enslaved souls seized the opportunity to break free. Fear mingled with hope as they followed Isabella and Ozlo, guided by their unwavering presence. The duo fought alongside their newfound allies, shielding them from harm and carving a path towards liberation.
Amidst the swirling chaos, Isabella and Ozlo remained vigilant, ensuring the safety of those they rescued. Their movements were swift and precise, their determination unbreakable. With each life they set free, a beacon of hope pierced the darkness, inspiring courage in the hearts of the oppressed.
As the commotion reached its crescendo, Isabella's voice rang out, carrying a message of liberation. "Rise, my brothers and sisters, for today we reclaim our freedom! Find solace in the chaos, and let our collective strength guide us to salvation!"
With the dungeon ablaze, the prisoners surged forth, joining the ranks of those who sought liberation. Together, they formed an unstoppable force, their determination fueled by the taste of newfound freedom.
But Isabella's earlier premonition lingered, casting a shadow of concern upon her brow. She turned to Ozlo, her voice tinged with unease. "Ozlo, I have a bad feeling about what lies ahead. We have done what we can here. Let us regroup and aid John in the Colosseum. We must be on standby to protect him."
Ozlo nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting her unease. "You're right, Isabella. Our duty lies with our comrade. Let us make our way back to the surface, united in our purpose."
With their rescue mission complete, Isabella and Ozlo led the liberated souls towards the path of escape. Together, they ascended from the depths, their spirits aflame with the resilience of those who have tasted freedom.