But Mahin was no battle-hardened warrior or sly saboteur trained to withstand torture; he was just a young, clueless apprentice who never understood what he had done to deserve this kind of fate. It only took few weeks for the fledgeling to cave in under the ruthless treatment from his wardens.
His eyes, once filled with determination to survive the ordeal, eventually turned into a pitiful husk devoid of any form of resolve over the course of several months. Having accepted that he was all but abandoned, Mahin could do nothing but languish in silence.
No one was going to clear his name.
No one was coming to save him.
This desolate pit would be his home—for what remained of this nonperson's wretched life.