Inside the Goldenveil barracks, a makeshift prison had been hastily set up in one of the back rooms.
After being healed, bathed, and fed, the prisoner found himself alone at the center of the space, firmly bound to a wooden chair.
His eyes darted across every corner, searching for something, anything, that might offer a path to escape.
He found nothing.
Somewhere beyond the walls, the terrible pressure of that third-stage captain pressed down on his shoulders, and he knew the interrogation would begin soon.
Fear coiled in his heart, but he crushed it down, hardening his face and clenching his teeth until his jaw ached.
His Lord was the blessed golden son, and he was one of his most loyal followers.
No matter what that bastard did to him, he would never surrender to betrayal!
If it weren't for the rope stuffed into his mouth, he would have already ended his own life by biting through his tongue.
As things stood, though, he could only wait.
