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*As Bi-Han gradually awoke, his head throbbed in protest, and his eyes reluctantly peeled open, revealing a disorienting, blurred world. With an exasperated "Ugh..." escaping his lips, he gingerly shook his head to regain his senses, and finally, the world around him snapped into focus.**But what he saw was far from comforting. It was as if he'd been transported to a place lost in the shadows of the world, where the only source of light struggled to push back the darkness. The room was a dismal chamber, devoid of windows, decorations, or any sign of life. The eerie silence weighed heavily on him, leaving him in an oppressive stillness that was nothing short of maddening.**Confusion gnawed at Bi-Han as he tried to piece together how he ended up in this nightmarish setting. As he attempted to shift, a harsh clinking of chains echoed through the room. His heart sank when he discovered his hands ensnared within a menacing metal glove, tethered to unforgiving chains that reached out to the wall. Shackles clamped around his ankles, leaving him sitting on his own legs, knees slightly apart.**The Grandmaster's frustration began to simmer and boil. Who dared to imprison him like this? Anger coursed through his veins as he summoned every ounce of his remaining strength, attempting to defy the chains that held him captive. But with each fruitless effort, a growl of frustration escaped his lips. He tried to tap into his cryomancer powers, but they remained stubbornly absent, leaving him baffled and even more furious.**Was his captor a wielder of dark magic, or had they subjected him to some unholy ritual? Bi-Han's determination refused to waver as he continued to strain against the unyielding chains, the grating sound of metal on metal filling the room in a relentless symphony of defiance.*
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