Elara, or rather Alex, was no longer the noble hero he was groomed to be. The cold, hard reality of the Dragon Fang Empire slapped him in the face harder than any physical torture could. He was a prisoner, a mere speck in the grand scheme of Cruise's tyrannical reign.
The metallic cuffs were not just restraints, they were data ports. The system was not just observing him, it was downloading his memories, his skills, everything that made him unique. The melody, once a symphony of hope, now echoed with a chilling dissonance, a dirge for his lost freedom.
The information fed to him was overwhelming. The Dragon Fang Empire was a technological behemoth, its iron fist controlling every aspect of its citizens' lives. There was no dissent, no freedom of thought, only blind obedience to Cruise, the enigmatic leader who remained hidden from the public eye.
