The warning sirens screamed across Sector 7 as the containment grid dropped to zero percent. In the saga of Dominion of the Shadow Monarch, shadows stretched long across the stone arches as danger closed in.
When the cosmic dungeon towers materialized over modern cities, one unawakened porter finds the forbidden necromantic seal. The hour had arrived where retreat was no longer an option. Every breath burned like swallowed embers.
Footsteps echoed along the narrow passageway. Ahead lay the threshold that had claimed every soul that dared enter before.
"You shouldn't have returned," a voice rasped from the darkness, thick with venom and ancient spite.
With a quiet breath, power began to gather in the center of their chest, hummed with dangerous resonance.
The cybernetic implant along his spine overloaded, granting him three seconds of godlike reflex.
The bell tolled in the distance. The next battle had already begun.