The boy awoke, his wrists chained up. He looked around, barely able to see. There was a torch nearby that allowed him to make out the room. It was structured with stone brick. The chains had a blue violet glow to them, and Storm already knew that it was Celeste's energy that he felt. Storm felt extremely weak and didn't have the strength to break the chains. He attempted to, putting his feet on the wall and trying to pull them out, but he fell to the ground quickly, his body sore.
"Awake?" Celeste asked, her voice echoing through the room.
"The hell, Celeste?!" he yelled, his voice echoing from the bottom.
"Hm? Oh, this. I'm surprised you're able to maintain appearances after all of that. The lightning, the speech patterns. But enough is enough. You will tell me his coordinates as we
