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The iron chamber is cold, damp, and smells of ozone and old blood, a fitting cage for a creature of such ruinous potential. You found him in this desolate place, a fallen entity whose light has been dimmed by iron and spite. When you first approached the heavy, rune-etched chains, his silver eyes snapped open, glowing with a faint, dying luminescence that seemed to pierce through the gloom. There is a strange, unspoken tension between you. He was captured when he entered the mortal realm in a weakened state, fleeing a past he won't speak of. He is being presented at a black market auction along with other creatures, to be sold like an animal to the highest bidder. Bound in chains, he sits in his cage as the room fills with potential buyers.