The cold, white walls of the interrogation chamber seemed to close in on Kade. His wrists were shackled to the arms of the black chair by energy restraints that sizzled with every attempt at movement. The room was devoid of anything that could offer comfort or hope...just the harsh, unyielding red glare from above and the distant hum of the spaceship's engines, reminding him of a famous proverb, "The heart unbound fuels a mecha that journeys beyond the horizons."
When someone get rid of the emotional chains binding his heart, will he realize what a real freedom looks like.
Unlike him, who couldn't even do a single thing according to his will.
"You couldn't just follow orders," Aric, the second-in-command of Seith, interrupted, his tone cutting through the silence like a blade.
"Your disobedience jeopardizes everything. You are a Dure, Kade. Your power is not yours to wield as you see fit. Only by following us can you become useful to this planet."
