The structure itself wasn't especially large, but it was heavily secured. Numerous binding talismans had been plastered across the walls, entrances, and support pillars, their faint glow pulsing softly with mana. Some were layered over each other repeatedly, clearly designed to suppress movement, disrupt abilities, and prevent anyone trapped inside from escaping through force or skills.
The moment I stepped through the entrance, I could already feel the suppression in the air.
Narg led me farther inward before guiding me underground through a narrow stone passage lit by dim mana lamps embedded into the walls.
The prison cells on the upper level appeared relatively ordinary, likely meant for regular goblins or weaker troublemakers within the clan. But the deeper we descended, the heavier the atmosphere became.
These lower sections were clearly reserved for dangerous prisoners.
And as I stepped into that underground level, I immediately sensed the difference.
