Damian stared at the pair of crimson eyes with a blank, thoroughly unimpressed expression. Slowly, he lifted one hand and the heavy clanking of chains echoed throughout the circular chamber. Every chain wrapped around his wrists and ankles carried a faint crimson glow that pulsed like living veins beneath the metal. He calmly examined them before narrowing his eyes slightly.
"If you wanted to talk, there is no need for this." He said calmly.
His gaze drifted downward toward his crossed legs where Rin rested comfortably. Even the fox wore a thick collar around his neck, with identical glowing chains disappearing beneath the blood ritual carved into the floor. Every restraint anchoring them seemed fused directly into the formation itself, making the entire room feel less like a prison and more like a carefully prepared altar.
