The door did not shatter with a dramatic explosion to match the gravity of the moment… Instead, it swung inward with a smooth, terrifying slowness, moving like a stubborn lock that had finally decided to yield after resisting for centuries.
The two sides parted seamlessly, signaling the total collapse of the final seal.
Waiting on the other side, buried deep within the gloom of the secondary chamber, deep within tons of solid crystals, around potions and artifacts, was the most powerful artifact for the purple dragon...
The second primordial seed.
With its five heads fully regenerated and the ambient ether of the global corruption finally flowing unrestricted through its mutant meat chassis, the purple dragon adjusted its stance. It relegated a mere two of its heads to maintain the deadlocked beam struggle against Ren's Hydra, no, to push and finish it fast.
