The Ancient Existence, the being of shadow and regal darkness, lowered his tremendous form toward the desolate, scarred earth of the ancient battlefield.
His six blade-like wings of pure dark energy were ready to fold, prepared to make contact with the continent that had served as the lock of his prison for millions of years.
But a whisper, cold and alien, touched his ancient consciousness.
[Unauthorized Lifeform Detected. Energy Signature Exceeds Grade 12 Threshold. Termination Protocol Initiated.]
He halted. His descent reversed instantly, and the air beneath his obsidian boots ignited with frantic counter-energy. The regal demeanor remained, but his violet eyes narrowed into lethal slits.
"The System," he murmured. The low, resonant growl shook the dormant rock formations below. "It is not a seal, but a will. A remnant of the Grand Laws placed by the architects of the Prime Worlds.
