(Planet Morod, The Central Jail-House) .
After arriving on Planet Morod, home of the Second Elder, Leo was surprised to be summoned to the Central Jailhouse, which he felt was an unusual place to begin his training.
He was escorted through the crowded prison, where he passed by rows of cramped cells, the faint stench of blood, sweat and grime entering his nose.
*Clink*
*Clink*
Every step that he took along the iron-floored corridor was accompanied by the dull echo of chains clinking together, as prisoners peered out from behind rusted bars with hollow, resentful eyes.
Most of them were not common criminals.
Their posture and hardened gazes spoke of years spent on battlefields, yet now they were reduced to living in filth, their hair matted, skin pale, and bodies weakened from malnourishment.
Some cursed him in hushed tones, while others simply stared in silence, too weak to even throw insults.
