Sain stepped forward and grabbed the dazed Choya by the collar, his rough fingers sinking into the fabric as he dragged him out of the room.
Choya let out a weak groan, a pained expression appearing on his pale face.
Just as Choya was regaining consciousness from his faint, his head slammed directly into the stone steps by the door, giving off a dull thud as he fell back into unconsciousness.
Blood trickled from his forehead, tracing dark red lines across the gray stone steps.
Time seemed to stretch and compress at that moment, and by the time Choya awoke again, the world had changed.
The night sky was covered by a vast cloud, even the starlight hidden, and Choya suddenly realized his hands were tied behind his back, the coarse rope cutting deeply into his flesh.
All around, there were hundreds of workers holding torches, forming a wavering sea of fire.
