There was a prison, vast and sprawling, occupying nearly the entire breadth of a district. It loomed on the opposite very edge of Ghent, in the heart of the 1st city within the 21st realm. This was no ordinary prison; it was The Last Refuge—an infamous labyrinth where the worst of The realm were cast away, a fortress from which none were expected to escape.
"Welcome! To the greatest prison in all the realms above and below!" a voice bellowed, echoing through the air. The speaker's words swelled with pride, and then, as if reconsidering his own boast, his tone softened into a sly murmur, "…if there is such a place, anyway."
