Atlan wanted to be free from this hell so bad, but everyone was so careful, he had no opportunity.
He was kept in a weakened condition, and on top of that, there were the chains that were covered in spells cast by thousands of Mages. In his weakened state, it was impossible for him to break those chains. In fact, even if he weren't weakened, it would've been harder for him to break those chains.
He was kept in a cell that was reinforced with thick steel walls, and each of the walls had multiple formations on them.
There was no source of light in this dark cell. Not even an opening for fresh air to come in. Only when the door was opened did some air rush in.
The main door of the cell was ten inches thick, made of iron. The door slowly opened toward the outdoor. The sound of footsteps echoed in the surroundings.
Atlan raised his head at the sound of the footsteps, not opening his eyes.