Judging purely by his appearance, Neptulon the Tidehunter did not look miserable at all. He was not in his giant form. Given the Underground Prison's construction, he could not have been confined there if he were a giant. The Underground Prison had its limitations; it could not hold anything too enormous.
Nor was Neptulon the Tidehunter merely a core, as he had been when first imprisoned in the Underground Prison. Now, he looked like a person.
A person with pale blue skin, a nose, and eyes.
If anyone asked how Neptulon the Tidehunter differed from a human, then, frankly, the differences were minimal.
Hands, feet, a nose, eyes, a mouth-he possessed every feature a human had, and none that a human lacked.
At most, Neptulon the Tidehunter had the wrong skin color and was bald.
If those two things were disregarded, Neptulon the Tidehunter looked human through and through.
At that moment, Neptulon the Tidehunter's hands and feet were bound. The Underground Prison had not relaxed its precautions simply because he looked human. On the contrary, its security measures against him had become even stricter.
Chains thicker than an arm bound Neptulon the Tidehunter tightly, wrapping around his entire body.
They looked like iron chains, but they were nothing of the sort.
Iron was merely an ordinary material. In an ordinary world, such chains would have been fairly good. Unfortunately, Azeroth was a world of supernatural power, and Neptulon the Tidehunter could have snapped ordinary iron chains. These chains had been forged from mithril and other precious materials, specifically to bind powerful individuals, particularly Heroic Powerhouses.
But because Neptulon the Tidehunter was a Demigod, extra chains had been added, binding more of his body.
Heavy footsteps reached Neptulon the Tidehunter's ears. His eyes had been half closed, but now he