In a dark cell, vast and filled with living darkness that shifted like the depths of some vast, sunless ocean, alive in its own quiet way.
At the far end of the chamber, barely distinguishable from the abyss surrounding him, a solitary figure rested against the cold stone wall.
Only his eyes betrayed his presence.
Twin amber irises burned with a crimson glow, staring unblinking into the void that pressed in around him from every direction. The rest of his draconic form remained swallowed by the dark, revealed only in fragments, brief glimpses whenever molten blood shimmered faintly beneath his skin, tracing the paths of deep, ragged gashes carved across his body, each wound glowing like a vein of living fire beneath blackened, cracked scales.
Great chains stretched from the walls behind him, pulling his arms taut above his shoulders, the metal biting into flesh that had long since stopped bothering to heal properly around it.
