(An unknown training facility, Planet Vorthas)
While Leo found himself oddly nostalgic at the sight of all the twisted torture equipment scattered around the field, Veyr stood frozen, his brow furrowed with disbelief as he looked from one contraption to another, unable to understand what kind of place they had been brought to.
Unlike Leo, whose Assassin training had begun in a torture park not too different from this one, Veyr had grown up learning street combat, crude dueling routines, and simple body strengthening drills, none of which prepared him for what he now saw before him.
"What… is this place?" he asked slowly, voice laced with unease as he took a cautious step toward one of the larger metal rigs. "Why is there a contraption here that's literally designed to hang someone to death?"
He gestured toward the rope-bound gallows-like structure beside him, eyes widening as he glanced towards the neck loop and adjustable crank at the base.
