Inside the prison realm of the Containment Ring, there was no sky.
No ground.
No wind.
No sound.
Only endless nothingness stretched in every direction, an empty void so vast that it could make even the strongest mind lose all sense of time.
At the center of that darkness sat a single figure.
Adrian Evan Imperius.
The head of the Imperius Family.
The man once feared by countless nobles, guild leaders, and awakened warriors.
Now, he looked like nothing more than a prisoner abandoned by the world.
His once-refined clothes were torn and wrinkled, hanging loosely from his body. Dirt stained the fabric, while dried blood marked parts of his sleeves and collar. His long black hair had become disheveled, falling across his face in uneven strands.
If someone saw him on an ordinary street, they might mistake him for a homeless man who had lost everything.
But that illusion would disappear the moment they came close.
Black chains coiled around Adrian's body like living serpents.
