Emery was led through the grand, ornate glass doors of the prison by a contingent of heavily-armed guards, their sharp eyes scanning the area and Emery for signs of potential threats.
As they made their way deeper bleak corridors passing by one facility after another, Emery couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. He knew that he was going to be tested like a dog, but the promise of discovering the extent of his own power was enough to spur him forward.
At last, the guards brought him to a huge indoor arena, where a dozen people in pristine white coats were waiting to prepare him for the physical tests that were to come.
They swarmed over and outfitted him in special clothing that covered only half his body and attached several small devices to his skin, monitoring his every move.
Emery felt vulnerable as he stood there, half naked and exposed, waiting for the tests to begin.
