Deep beneath the Undead Skyfall Canyons, within the immeasurable abyss.
The ancient altar remained suspended in absolute darkness while billions of suppression runes continued to illuminate its colossal surface, their deep silver radiance pulsing in rhythm with the ancient lock at the altar's center.
'Hum...'
The entire abyss trembled, and the mountain-sized chains stretched into the darkness, each one shaking faintly as though something at the very end of them was beginning to struggle.
The concentric rings of the lock had already rotated several times, and only a thin gap remained, for it was the final seal, and the final obstruction between the prisoner and freedom.
'Click...'
The sound was so faint that it should have been impossible to hear, yet it echoed throughout the entire abyss, and then another…
'Click...'
A third…
'Click...'
