The only thing Elias was grateful for right now was the fact that he was not claustrophobic. If not he would have died from just how small and dark it was.
It was not too hot nor was it particularly cold. It was simply empty. The walls were constructed of leaden stone—void-rock, harvested from the deep veins beneath the mountains that surrounded the school.
It was a rock that did not reflect light or heat. It's primary function was biological.
Void-rock absorbed the magical excess of the world. It absorbed the magic present in the atmosphere keeping the weather conditions stable.
In the outside world, a mage with a damping magic like Elias was constantly, unconsciously processing the excess of the environment—the static of student magic, the hum of the Academy's guiding runes, the vast, messy overflow of Cassian's Ivy. His body was a heat sink. It was designed to pull in the heat and disperse it into the earth.
In this cell, there was no heat.
