Seles Department of Internal Affairs, underground interrogation room.
The room is merely ten square meters in size, with walls completely covered in thick steel plates with no windows in sight.
A lone hanging light dangles from the ceiling, its glass bulb emitting a ghastly white light.
Ronan sat in a heavy steel chair, facing the cold interrogation table.
At this moment, his wrists and ankles were locked in a pair of ancient bronze shackles.
These shackles were not ordinary instruments of punishment but special Extraordinary Equipment, engraved with numerous runes on their surface, capable of firmly binding a Transcendent's powers.
A powerful superpower being, whether a Spellcaster or a Transcendent Warrior, would be rendered useless once shackled.
No longer posing any threat.
Such alchemical equipment is undoubtedly precious, but to the Department of Internal Affairs, it's nothing.
