When Rabban crossed the Gate, a metal cage dropped from above and locked him iried to get a on but had trouble accessing his Ste. Something was blog his mana usage, and he sensed a field of some sort. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get into the Archive. And he could not Identify the cage to uand what was happening. He tried everything he could think of in a desperate attempt to gmour himself, yet none of his efforts yielded as. He couldn't access his mana. A peculiar fog started to permeate the chamber, causing Rabban to experience a growing sense of lethargy, aually, it lulled him into a deep slumber.

  Rabban woke up in a white room. He y on a bed, the white walls appearing to be padded, as did the floor. There were no windows and two doors. One door appeared heavy and made of steel, while the other was slightly ajar, revealing a faucet and a strange bawl that he suspected was a toilet. There was a box hanging on the wall that tained moving pictures. He felt very weak, and his mind was foggy. It took him a few minutes before his mind started w again. Once more, he attempted to use his mana to cast Minor Heal on himself to ease his physical disfort, but the spell failed. He attempted multiple times to access the Archive, but found himself pletely cut off. He tried to access his Ste, and it didn't work. her did juring identifications or casting gmour.

  A voice, speaking in a nguage he couldn't prehend, filled the room. Rabban straio uand and activate his [Local Adaptation: Spoken nguage], but his mana remained out of reach. The field, whatever it was, was interfering with his powers, and he was at a loss for how to overe it. The voice tinued, but Rabban shook his head, and it quieted down. After a few hours, part of the wall moved aside, and there was food and water. As he ate and drank, the foggy feeliuro his body. He felt weaker, and his mind was sluggish. He realized that the water and food were drugging him. The box on the wall tio dispy moving images.

  Rabbao sleep, and when he woke up, there was food and water waiting for him. Initially, he refrained from toug it because of his aversion ts, but after a day, he succumbed to the temptation and drank the water, which brought back the woozy feeling. Even before he drank the water, he still felt really weak, like he didn't have trol over his body. Sihere were no windows, he couldn't tell the time.

  Since Rabban had nothing else to occupy his time, he would often find himself fixated on the box that dispyed moving pictures. As he tio watch, he even began to uand a few words through repeated exposure.

  One day, the chamber began to fill with the strange fog, and Rabba himself falling asleep again. When he woke up, he found himself strapped to a metal table. People around him wore white coats and masks that covered half their faces. As soon as they saw him open his eyes, they began talkiedly, and one of them ied something into his arm, causing him to fall bato a deep sleep.

  Again, he woke up in the white room with the picture box. The voice again said something to him, and Rabban even uood three words: "what," "where," and "why," but nothing else. Without the ability to learn nguages, it was useless.

  That's how Rabba at least a month, but it might have been longer; he did not have the means to determihe passage of time. Siarvation was not an option, he had already resorted to eating, drinking, and feeling drugged. He primarily focused on the box taining the pictures. Although he didn't learn the nguage much, he uood bits and pieces.

  Occasionally, the box dispyed animated, drawn pictures, which he found funny and thhly enjoyed. It's likely that those him uood his fondness for the drawn animations, since his box began to feature a variety of animated moving pictures, such as a rabbit perf funny as, a bird sprinting swiftly and evading a strange dog, and a bird ughing hysterically and peg on a tree. He also found the moving pictures about a bck duck to be quite funny. He really ehose drawn pictures. Well, at least he had eai.

  One day, he woke up because he felt like his bed was shaking. He opened his eyes, and the entire room was shaking. He thought it was an explosion or a volic eruption, but then he realized it robably ahquake. The lights flickered and the out, leaving him in total darkness. The force field that he felt around him all the time was absent. Immediately, he tried to access his Ste and succeeded. He took out his sword and hid it under his bed.

  He immediately accessed the Archive and posted a message:

  Tr. RVF

  "Frozen-Tail"

  I need your help urgently. Someone captured me after I crossed the Gate to Dirt, and they are currently holding me in captivity. They drugged me and examined me. Don't gh the same gate as I did; they will capture you too. They have a force field that nullifies magid cuts off access to mana. I believe they verse in a nguage known as English, and ahquake occurred retly. Maybe it will help you locate me. Try to tact the blue–

  The lights and force field returned, cutting off Rabban's access to the Archive. But at least now he had his sword and successfully sent a message to his friend, hoping for his help.