Chapter 157

The cold, unforgiving bars of the prison cell confined Philip, serving as a bitter reminder of his fall from grace. His eyes glinted with a mix of fury and desperation as he surveyed the bleak surroundings that now defined his existence.

The stifling air of the cell seemed to choke him, igniting a fire within his core—a fire that he didn't know existed within him.

The day became the night, each moment he spent in the miserable walks of the cell only served as a source of torment. The walls of the prison became engrained deeper into his consciousness and he began to lose his sanity even more.

The dim overhead light flickered intermittently, casting eerie shadows that danced across the cold, gray walls. Philip's mind raced with thoughts of retribution, his sanity teetering on the edge.

As he walked through the prison yard, his mere presence sent shivers down the spines of the other inmates. Whispers floated through the air, each laden with a mix of fear and curiosity.

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