The room was utterly devoid of light—no windows, no warmth, no trace of the world above. Just the cold hum of the alchemic chains and the silence of isolation. The space was far too large for just three people, as though designed to make them feel even smaller… more forgotten.
Aramith lay unconscious, breath shallow but steadier now. Aiden knelt beside him, the last wisps of green light from his healing ability fading into the air like dying embers. His task complete, Aiden stood wordlessly and walked out, the door sealing behind him with a dull metallic thud.
Lynnor sat curled against the far wall, her hair hiding her face, her chains slack on the floor. She hadn't moved. Not since they brought her in.
