It had been a harrowing seven years for Eeshoo Nephilim since the day he was captured by the dark elves.
Eeshoo's days in the hands of the dark elves were filled with anguish. Each facility he was transferred to held its own brand of torment. At some, he was imprisoned within cold, barren cells. At others, he endured unspeakable forms of torture, the dark elves seeking secrets and insights he had no intention of revealing. They were relentless, their research cruel, probing into his unique abilities, trying to harness and understand them for their dark purposes.
The elves delighted in setting him against their best fighters and other hapless human prisoners. They would watch and cheer, a twisted form of entertainment for them. The fights were brutal, leaving Eeshoo battered and broken time and again.
