(Planet Wamir, Righteous Faction's Subterranean Detention Facility, Veyr's POV)
The air beneath the detention facility reeked of cold iron and burnt ash, thick enough to sting Veyr's lungs with every shallow breath that he took.
Before him, a narrow corridor stretched endlessly ahead, lined with slabs of dark stone that glowed faintly with runic chains carved into its surface.
'Where… where am I?'
He wondered, his mind fading in and out of consciousness, as he felt three Monarchs beside him dragging him through a dust-laden hall.
*SKRRRR*
His boots scraped the ground as he was pulled forward, his head hanging low, black hair clinging to his face in wet strands while a dull ache throbbed behind his eyes.
