The double doors opened into a hall large enough to swallow Noah's entire cell block twice over.
He was led in, the mages holding his chains, but his steps slowed involuntarily as he took it all in.
The ceiling arched high above, and the floor had been cleared of everything except the work happening at its center. A ritual circle covered most of the stone floor, its lines drawn with the kind of care that spoke of hours of careful work.
It wasn't a single circle but a series of them, nested and intersecting, dense with runes that Noah didn't recognise.
Mages moved around its edges, some still drawing, and others checking completed sections with focused expressions, a few feeding mana into anchor points that glowed faintly in response.
It was large. Whatever it was for, it required a significant amount of power to execute.
