Deep breath. As the Iron Coffin slowly opened, complex machinery began to unseal it. The cold temperature gradually rose as the black substance sleeping within awakened and became increasingly active.
The already narrow space was engulfed by an ominous aura, as if the cold object had come to life, or perhaps it had always been alive, merely dormant due to the low temperature.
Now, it was hungry, craving blood and flesh, and a whimpering murmur sounded in their ears, like a stranger from a distant land recounting ancient stories, grotesque and mad in equal measure.
"You know, this thing is essentially a Demon."
Looking at the pitch-black Armor, Bola tried to make himself look as composed as possible.
Beside him, Blue Jade held the Spear of Melting tightly, standing by the door. If anything went wrong, she could seal the door, unsure if she could control Bola, but at least she could limit his actions.
