I folded my arms as we walked past the lines of soldiers. My mind was still stuck on his earlier words, twenty-three abominations, all kept alive instead of destroyed. I wanted to know more, to strip away the vague answers and see the truth for myself.
"Where exactly are these prisoners held?" I finally asked, my voice low but direct. "A prison this massive… how do you keep so many abominations locked up?"
The man beside me, still walking at a brisk pace, glanced at me. There was no hesitation this time, just a matter-of-fact tone.
"The prison is divided into zones. Anyone below level one hundred and fifty is contained in the Bronze Zone. It's to the east. There, an underground fortress serves as their cage. The walls are layered with runes—seals, restraints, suppression arrays. They cannot move freely."
I nodded slowly, picturing it in my mind. Abominations clawing against walls, thrashing at seals that never broke. "And those above one-fifty?"
