Deep beneath a wasteland scarred by war and sacrifice, a vast glacier-like prison hidden far underground finally began to crack.
The sound echoed through the abyss like the groan of something that should've never been disturbed.
Despite resembling a colossal block of excavated ice, the prison itself was neither cold nor hot. It was simply there. Unnaturally still. Like a frozen piece of blood-soaked reality carved out and sealed away.
And across its glacier-like surface, no longer merely translucent but tinged with crimson as though the entire monumental prison had been frozen from diluted blood, countless runes shimmered into existence.
Ancient symbols.
Layer upon layer of them spread throughout the massive structure, glowing faintly beneath the surface like veins of light trapped inside the prison itself.
But now those runes were breaking.
