(Planet Varam, Righteous Faction Territory, Veyr's POV)
The first thing that reached him was not sound, nor light, but the sting, sharp, cold, and wet. Something struck his shoulder, then his chest, followed by a dull thud near his ribs as another object splattered across his skin.
"Ugh~"
He groaned faintly, his mind still thick with the weight of sedatives, as the pain coaxed his consciousness back from the haze.
Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open, and the world flooded in—too bright, too loud, too cruel.
*Thud*
*Whack*
*Splat*
Pebbles, rotten fruits, and even human feces rained down upon him from every direction, bouncing off the faintly shimmering walls of the translucent barrier that encased him. It was a cage, not of iron but of condensed mana glass, transparent, reinforced, and designed to allow only small projectiles through its narrow gaps, enough to bruise flesh and break dignity, but not bones.
