"NO! No, it absolutely can't be possible!"
She spoke aloud to the empty room, her divine voice trembling slightly with unusual emotion.
For millions upon millions of years, I was not sitting idle in this cursed prison. This is not possible. While I still can't break the seal myself through direct force, it's been so incredibly long since I successfully severed all mystical connections with that bastard. He won't be able to find me or track me even if the seal weakens significantly or breaks entirely.
But she felt even more intensely agitated and distressed knowing it was something completely unknown, causing this overwhelming sense of dread. There were not many beings in this entire universe who could make her feel genuinely threatened, even in her significantly weakened state after millions of years of imprisonment. She could escape from most conceivable dangers without serious worry.
So why is my heart filled with such profound dread right now?
