The cold, metallic corridor echoed with the rhythmic clanking of boots as Kenta's subordinates escorted Ashiro to the interrogation chamber. The restraints on Ashiro's wrists and ankles glowed faintly with suppressive energy, designed to nullify any attempts to use his powers.
Ashiro walked in silence, his head slightly lowered as if resigned to his fate. The guards surrounding him were tense, their weapons at the ready, aware of the danger their prisoner represented.
But as they turned a corner into a dimly lit section of the base, a sudden surge of energy rippled through Ashiro's body. His silver hair began to shimmer with an otherworldly glow, and the suppressive restraints started to crackle and spark.
One of the guards noticed the anomaly. "What the—"
