Through the crack of the door, mountains of gold and silver treasure could be seen piled high inside the vault, their cold brilliance reflected in the dazzling interplay of gold and gemstones. Yet the glittering wealth could not conceal the miserable state of the black, writhing figure at the center of the room.
It was a man tortured beyond all recognition. His hands and feet were tightly bound by heavy, crude iron chains that radiated a faint magical aura, seemingly designed specifically to suppress a wizard's spells.
His fingernails had long since been cruelly ripped out, his ten fingers dripping with blood, the wounds crusted with blackish-red scabs.
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