Roga Rossan tore apart the second-to-last chain.
The sound was not loud, yet it traveled through the dungeon like a pulse through bone. Only one restraint remained now. One final chain. Once it fell, the formation anchoring him would lose its meaning, and nothing would keep his lower body bound to the portal any longer.
Rossan reached for the last chain.
At a glance, it looked no different from the others. Same thickness. Same material. Same dull glow of ancient seals. It should have broken just as easily. Yet the chains had never been meant to restrain him by strength alone.
Their true purpose lay elsewhere.
The formation existed to prevent Rossan's body from fully crossing the portal. The chains, however, carried a deeper function–to bind oath and will. Each time one chain was destroyed, its tensile strength, hardness, and resistance did not vanish. They were transferred.
From one chain to the next.From the next to the last.
