The abyss shook like a living wound.
The throne no longer waited for Lin to approach—it dragged itself forward, tearing the graveyard apart as it came. Chains ripped through bone, grinding fossil into dust, the sound echoing like thunder beneath the fractured sky.
The envoy remained seated, its faceless void fixed on Lin, but the throne beneath it became a predator. Columns of links writhed like tendrils, coiling into the earth and pulling the entire mass closer, closer, closer.
Lin's chains anchored into the ground, resisting, but every second the pull intensified. He felt his skin splitting where links erupted, his veins burning as if filled with molten iron. His body shook uncontrollably, muscles spasming under the strain.
