The torture instrument was a big black net with incredible elasticity. A red rune was attached to each of the black strings, and they tangled with one another like red and black poisonous bugs while exuding a forbidding cold air.
Measuring a thousand feet in circumference, the net was suspended midair in the largest cell of the God's Jail. The cell was empty and surrounded by hazy fogs on all six sides in place of walls, ceiling, and floor. Off to the side, more than a hundred investigators and spies were preparing various instruments of torture; they looked up at Torch Dragon's soul from time to time and laughed excitedly.
Torch Dragon was tied to the net in a sprawl. Countless black needles poked out of the net's string, a thousand times finer than cow's hairs, tens of feet long, and undetectable by ordinary people. They pierced into his body and twisted into thousands of restrictive runes, becoming a part of him.
