This was an extremely tidy room, with the floor, walls, and ceiling all covered in a layer of pristine white; the bright and glaring light filled the interior, leaving no place for shadows to hide.
Derby and Zephirin were clad in tight restraint suits, with circles of iron chains binding them. A faint glow moved along the chains, sealing the Ether within them. In their current restrained state, they were no different from lambs awaiting slaughter.
Zephirin had already fallen unconscious, his head drooping, cheeks drenched in sweat, eyes overflowing with a trace of blood, making it look as if his red eyeballs had melted.
Ivan removed his hand from Zephirin's head, shaking his own in frustration, before turning his gaze to Derby.
Noticing Ivan's gaze, Derby recalled the ordeal Zephirin had just endured. Fear caused Derby to struggle continuously, but no matter how forcefully he fought, he remained firmly bound in place, unable to move.
