A flood of realization crashed over Emery as he surveyed his surroundings. It only took a matter of minutes for him to decipher the grim truth - he was entrapped in some sort of elven prison or a processing center. Hauled through the labyrinthine fortress-like space station, he was an unwilling participant in this macabre procession.
As he was dragged along, Emery passed by several clusters of humans in similar predicaments, their eyes mirroring the fear and confusion he felt. There was an air of grim despair that hung heavy around these clusters, a mute testimony to the ordeal they were all enduring.
Next, he was led towards a nondescript room from which the gut-wrenching screams of agony were echoing out. Once again, Emery found himself cursing the Nephilim princess under his breath, her betrayal and manipulation landing him in this dire situation.
