Eon woke up in chains. Distant voices told him that he wasn't alone. The chains on his wrists had sigils engraved in them. Intending to blast himself free, Eon attempted to collect his mana. Nothing. Eon felt naked. Where is my mana? He had forgotten what it was like not to have mana.
If I can't use mana I will just use my strength to break free. He had spent hours building his muscles, he didn't need magic to escape. Eon struggled and struggled until the sounds of the chains drew the attention of the men in the room down the hall.
"It's no use. Those chains were specially made for you. You won't be able to break free this time. The master has a job for you." A middle aged man had come to the bars to stare at him. "You are just lucky that we still need you. I ought to kill you for what you did to my buddies last night!"
