The first thing he noticed was the smell, a cloying stench of decay that he could almost taste, jerking him out of unconsciousness. He groggily tried to sit up and search the room, and regretted it immediately, his memory coming back to him slowly as he glanced to his own mangled body, before even taking in the rusted bars, caked in filfth, or the single manacle attached to his only remaining ankle. Before he managed to look beyond the bars of his cage, a guttural voice spoke.
Ares barely held in a shudder, and hesitated before casting his gaze beyond the tiny, rusted cage, afraid of what he might find.
The creatures outside his cage were familiar to him, from the assault. He'd seen enough of them by now; they were almost human, but twisted, mutated, deformed. It was as if the creatures wanted to be Adepts, but lacking the ability, they made up for it in depravity. He could only assume their injuries were self inflicted - they had sown on pat