I awakened slowly, my senses piecing themselves back together while a dull ache spread across my body. The first thing I became aware of was the weight. A suppression that made even the smallest movement feel delayed, as though my body and will were no longer fully aligned. My eyes opened after a moment, adjusting to the dim light of a large enclosed space, and as my vision steadied, I realized I was no longer in the streets of Ture.
I was in a hall.
It stretched wide, built from dark stone that shone from time to time with strange lights, the ceiling rising high above with pillars lining the sides in symmetrical order. Chains held me upright, wrapped around my wrists and anchored behind me, keeping me fixed in place. When I tried to shift, even slightly, the restraints did not simply resist; they seemed to suppress, draining strength before it could fully gather.
In front of me stood five figures.
