Inside a dark room, where the high-pitched squeaks, clicks, and chirps of bats could be heard, lay a beautiful lady chained with special bindings imbued with lightning.
Her wrists were bound in a rather soft substance, preventing them from bleeding or turning red. Perhaps her jailors weren't entirely cruel.
However, if one looked closely, they would see a faintly glowing purple runic mark on her forehead.
The same mark appeared on Kent's forehead as he walked into the Tower Prison.
He was done with matters outside, and with two weeks remaining before the sect competition, which he planned to participate in this time, he intended to deal with some of his tasks first.
The first task, of course, was to interrogate Amix, the once-leader of the Hand.
Kent didn't believe for one second that she was innocent, nor that she had simply been brainwashed into doing what she did.
