Deep beneath the Bone Citadel, the endless undead legions, and beneath the countless sacrificial streams now pouring through the Undead Skyfall Canyons, the chained altar remained suspended within the immeasurable abyss.
Billions of suppression runes still covered its colossal body while mountain-sized chains stretched into the endless darkness, each one humming with authority capable of suppressing Divinity itself.
Around it, the incomplete veil woven from countless undead scriptures had vanished, yet the atmosphere had subtly changed.
The moment the God of Hollow Undead accepted Destin Saint's proposal, the latter didn't delay anymore and began to unravel the seal.
Thus, the abyss itself began responding as a low metallic sound echoed.
'Clang...'
It was neither produced by the chains nor the altar; instead, it came from nowhere- no, more accurately, it came from everywhere.
