The sound of metal against metal tore through the silence.
Nero's eyes snapped open, his body jerking upright on instinct before the pain reminded him why that was a terrible idea.
The gate to his cell screeched as it was ripped open, the rusted hinges protesting loudly. Two Templars in crimson armor stepped inside, their footsteps heavy and deliberate. They didn't speak, didn't acknowledge him as anything more than cargo to be moved.
Nero didn't resist when they grabbed him by the arms and hauled him to his feet. His legs buckled immediately, too weak to support his weight, and they dragged him out of the cell with the same cold efficiency as before. The iron chains wrapped around his wrists and ankles, the metal biting into his already raw skin, binding him completely.
