With the destruction of the chains and mountain of boulders, the seals were broken, and the Hydra, raising its upper body from the ground for the first time in over a hundred millennia, was quiet.
The weight that had been pressing down upon it for thousands of years had disappeared.
Its breathing became rough on its own, and it felt as if its chest would burst from the unrealistic notion of freedom after it had once abandoned the possibility of ever experiencing it again.
In the early stages of its imprisonment, it had struggled desperately to escape. It had worked hard to maintain its consciousness, but it eventually gave up on everything when tens of thousands of years passed.
What it had been feeling from being pressed down by this heavy mountain of gravitationally enhanced rocks wasn't freedom, but pain.
