Captives

"It's time!" "Wake up!"

The gruff voice of an unrecognizable man echoed in Emery's mind, pulling him from the depths of unconsciousness. As his eyes fluttered open, his gaze landed upon the face of the owner of the voice - one of Jinkan's Magus.

Instantly, the smoldering anger within Emery flared back to life, consuming his initial disorientation. His muscles coiled, ready to retaliate, only to find his limbs shackled. An energy seal had been inscribed on his chains, effectively suppressing his spirit energy, leaving him powerless.

A faint smirk played on the Magus' lips. "Good, you're awake. It's about to start any moment now." He yanked Emery onto a hovering chair, guiding it along the ominous length of a pitch-dark tunnel.

The hopelessness of his predicament briefly washed over Emery, extinguishing his short-lived rage. He quickly recomposed himself, realizing that his physical strength was presently of no use. Thus, he began to probe for answers.