The massive gates creaked open as I stood, bound in golden chains. I couldn't muster any energy to resist—the oppressive aura of the chains drained every ounce of strength from me.
The crystalline gates shimmered in the light, and from beyond them emerged guards clad in flame-wreathed armor. Their movements were precise, their presence suffocating. They approached with an air of curiosity, their fiery eyes scrutinizing every inch of me.
"I believe this one is yours," the golden-armored guard said coldly, gesturing toward me.
My gaze shifted to the figures waiting beyond the gate—fearsome-looking individuals whose very presence radiated danger. They didn't look like the kind to hesitate when it came to setting someone ablaze or inflicting untold pain for their sins.
And now, I was at their mercy.
Gaon, you fool. You brought this upon yourself…
