"Bring him over!" Gotham's voice reverberated through the corridors of his mansion, carrying an authoritative weight that cut through the air.
"Yes, Master," responded one of the guards with a swift bow, acknowledging the order. With purposeful steps, he exited the room, making his way towards the dungeon where Silas remained, bound by metal rods to a wooden slab, his energy drained by the ordeal he had endured.
"Move!" The guard's command was a stark reminder of Silas's captive status, his exhausted body compelled to obey the authoritative directive. With an effortful push against the pain that ravaged him, Silas managed to shift his body, his movements slow and laborious as he followed the guard's lead, the promise of a face-to-face encounter with Gotham weighing heavily on his mind.
"Master!" the guard bowed respectfully, making way for Gotham to step forward and behold the pitiable state of Silas's body.
