As we moved deeper into Elisera, the warm, welcoming atmosphere I had felt at the border slowly began to shift. The further we traveled, the more the brightness of the open fields and forests gave way to something colder, and darker. It was not the oppressive weight of Sith Castle, but there was an unmistakable tension in the air as we neared our destination. The Elisera guards kept their pace steady, their armor clinking softly as we approached the prison. Though I had been granted a momentary sense of freedom crossing the border, I now felt the tightening grip of confinement once again.
The prison loomed ahead—an imposing fortress of stone, stark and uninviting. Its walls were high, casting long shadows over the ground, and the iron gate creaked open as we approached. The air grew cooler, and I could hear the distant clamor of chains and barred doors being locked and unlocked. My heart clenched at the sound. I was not truly free yet.
