After the Cells Open: Caleb & Open
The door swung open and Caleb was out. He hoped that Ambriel was okay and prayed to a god he didn't believe in that Davian was spared. Caleb had more important business to attend to. The ruckus had given him some freedom. While he couldn't fly on his siren song, he moved as swiftly as his muscles would allow. He dodged the golems and avoided what he could. Even when to took a hit to the face from his own doing, Caleb kept moving.
He didn't know much, but Caleb understood that there were two things he couldn't let happen. The Warlock couldn't take control of Mickey's magic and the other prisoners needed a way out. Caleb wasn't a fool. He knew that his life was already short, simply by being.
If he could help everyone else get out, then maybe he could be okay with that. Taking a deep breath, he rounded the corner to where the tiny breath of fresh air led him. Before he could unleash his song, a hand clamped over his mouth, the back of his head biting rock as it was slammed against the wall.