Inside the imposing walls of the maximum-security prison, Elara and her companions were met by a tall, armored figure. The prison warden, identifiable by the prominent insignia on his shoulder, gave them a stern nod. "Madam Elara," he greeted in a deep, gravelly voice, "I've been informed of your request. Right this way."
The group was led down a long, cold corridor, the air echoing with the distant sounds of the incarcerated. Guarded doors, each with a small reinforced window, lined both sides. Every step they took was met with a muted clang that resonated through the steel and concrete surroundings.
They arrived at a more spacious chamber, in the center of which stood a heavily fortified containment cell. Inside, separated from the outside world by a thick, transparent barrier, were the captured aggressors. They sat in chains, their expressions ranging from defiance to fear.