Trapped within the confines of the watery dungeon, Danwu felt the relentless pressure of despair weighing down on every fiber of his being.
The waters of the prison, like malevolent tendrils, coiled around his cells, suffocating the very essence of his existence.
As if ensnared by a thousand vengeful serpents, his body was rendered powerless, devoid of strength or resolve. Every attempt to resist felt futile, as if struggling against the inexorable tide of fate itself.
In this dire predicament, he found himself at the mercy of the merciless, his spirit engulfed by the suffocating embrace of hopelessness. Like a lone warrior facing insurmountable odds, he stood paralyzed, his every effort thwarted by the unforgiving grip of despair.
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