The ogre I had captured during the chaos in the slave market was now confined deep beneath Leonamon, in a place most people would never dare to enter. The cell was buried in the lowest level of the underground, where light barely reached and the air felt thick that it was almost suffocating. The only illumination came from the faint blue glow of the mana seals carved into the walls.
She was bound there, her massive body chained against the steel wall. The cold iron shackles clamped tightly around her wrists and ankles, each one linked to heavy chains thicker than a man's arm. They were forged from reinforced steel, and they were strong enough to hold even the most violent of beasts. If she wanted to break free, she'd need power beyond reason. Even then, she wouldn't be escaping that room. The entire cell was designed to hold creatures like her—ones too strong for ordinary prisons.
