Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 696

Chapter 696: Chaos Fight

Islinda sat cross-legged, deep in meditation, her breath steady and controlled. Her eyes suddenly snapped open with a piercing glint in them.

It was time.

Rising to her feet, she moved through the darkness with a motive, approaching the heavy cell door. Islinda took a few steps back, steeling herself, and then, with a fierce battle cry, charged at the door.

Her body collided with the door, and to her astonishment, it gave way, ripping from its hinges as if struck by a battering ram. She stumbled slightly, staring down at her hands in bewilderment. Impossible! How was she this strong yet felt so weak?

There was no time for Islinda to ponder over the strange paradox. Her escape was all that mattered now. She stepped over the remnants of the door and into the dimly lit corridor. Islinda knew the crash of the cell door should have drawn attention, the guards would be on their way here and every second counted. She had to get away from here, and fast.

Heart pounding, Islinda waited, listening for the sound of approaching footsteps, but none came. It was so silent it was nearly eerily, amplifying the sound of her own breathing and the faint echo of distant water dripping. None came to investigate so she took off.

Islinda was soon left with a daunting challenge when she came to stand at the dungeon door at the end of the corridor.

Unlike the cell door, this one was three times thicker and reinforced with heavy metal.

Islinda placed her ear on the door to make out the sound but heard nothing. Either it was soundproof or there was no one in sight. Islinda did not know whether to be worried or relieved by that. Nonetheless, she had to move on.

There was no way she would be able to crash this one like her cell door, but there was no stopping her.

Swallowing down her uncertainty, Islinda took longer steps than she had with the cell door, giving it enough space. Her gaze narrowed with determination, and she charged at the dungeon door with a great shout.

It seemed futile; the door refused to budge. She tried again, taking more steps back and pushing against it with all her might. The door groaned under the pressure but held firm. She gritted her teeth, refusing to give up.

With a determined growl, Islinda summoned every bit of her willpower and lunged at it one final time. The force made the door screech and open just an inch.

Encouraged, she pushed harder, her muscles straining, veins bulging as she poured every ounce of strength into her effort, sweat dripping down her face. Finally, with a mighty heave, the door broke apart from its hinges and flew open.

God, she did it.

Panting and exhausted, her knees buckled, and Islinda fell. Her heart pounded so fast, but at least it was gone. She was free. Or so she thought.

As Islinda lay there, catching her breath, she felt the shift in her environment. She then turned her head only to see that there were about five guards in there with her and with them was Elena. However, all six of them were frozen with shock, staring with disbelief at the destroyed dungeon door.

Oh Fuck.

Elena was the first to recover from the shock and she screamed, "Capture the witch this instant."

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