The Underground Prison, City of Gods.
Clank. Clank.
The sound of chains dragging against the floor was the only music the Demon Gods had known for years.
'How can we possibly escape?' the collective thought echoed in the minds of the shackled deities. 'We are bound by the Law of Sealing. Our mana is drained. Our wills are being scrubbed clean by a pacifist monk.'
They looked toward the corner of the dungeon, where Edgar sat in his own private cage.
His cage was a fortress within a prison. The bars were thicker, inscribed with glowing runes that pulsed every second. The sheer amount of Metal used to cage him exceeded the total weight of the chains binding all the other Demon Gods combined.
To them, Edgar's promise of freedom sounded like the ravings of a madman.
"You are locked tighter than a vault, Edgar," one of the Demon Gods grunted, his voice rasping with mockery. "If we are rats in a trap, you are a fly in amber. How can you help us?"
