The darkness was designed to seep into a prisoner's very essence, stripping away their sanity and leaving them as hollow shells of their former selves. In total isolation, with no light or sound to cling to, the mind was supposed to break under the weight of its own thoughts.
Time lost all meaning; moments stretched into hours, and hours into days. This was the darkness' true cruelty, a weapon that turned prisoners into their own worst enemies.
Yet, the commander sat unfazed, chained to the walls, his composure betraying the short time he'd been subjected to this punishment. Only a few hours had passed since his incarceration, far too little time for the void to sink its claws into him. He leaned against the cell wall, his breathing even, his gaze sharp as he looked up at Asher.
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