Mystica and Liam stepped out of the portal, emerging into a space completely unfamiliar to him. Liam's eyes scanned their surroundings—it wasn't a chamber fit for rest or discussion. The walls and floor were made of cold cobblestone, damp and echoing with silence. There was no furniture, no light source aside from the faint glow from the portal, and the air felt stale.
"This... is a dungeon," Liam murmured, his voice low as he took it all in.
"Yup," Mystica replied with a playful smirk. "We need our dear Gordon somewhere nice and quiet for a little heart-to-heart." With a wave of her hand, she summoned Gordon's unconscious body from her spatial pocket.
She raised him effortlessly using telekinesis, then floated him across the room and slammed him into the wall. Chains clinked and tightened as she bound his wrists and ankles, suspending him in the air like a rag doll.
"There. That should keep him cozy," Mystica said with a satisfied nod.
