Bastion Sanctum!
The room was dark, cold, and warded on every surface. There was thick lines of anti-Abyssal runes carved onto every single wall in the room, all interlocked with ethereal threads of Spirit Power binding formations.
The walls also had layered enchantments designed to annihilate any foreign mana signature that did not belong.
Ila Venshar lay in the center of it all, her body floating just an inch above the ground, suspended by spectral shackles that glowed with runes Damon had personally etched, ones even she couldn't unravel with her spatial affinity.
There was also truth formations laced into these shackles, stopping her from lying to them, a speciality of Bren as he was the chief interrogator. No matter what, they'd get answers today.
At this moment, Ila's eyes twitched beneath closed lids as she slowly came to.
