The chamber they keep him in is behind many locked doors. It is dark, always dark here. Except for the moments when they come to torment or tempt him. Then there is candlelight. For the most part, he has been left in this oubliette of night for a very long time.

Sitting in the dark, bound in rune marked chains, trapped within a circle of fell magic and walled inside a stone room mortared with accursed blood, the Sorcerer Supreme whispers to himself verses from the Book of the Vishanti.