Hidden beneath the swirling chaos of the Bermuda Triangle, buried deeper than any submarine could ever dive, lies Purgatory, the most feared and impenetrable prison in the world. It is not marked on any map. It is not spoken of in any government file. It is a myth to the ignorant, a warning to the powerful, and a grave to the damned.
Carved into the molten heart of the Earth itself, Purgatory thrives under crushing gravity and is impossible to survive without specialized gear. The very air is laced with anti magic particles that render spellcasters powerless. Any form of energy manipulation, whether chi, aura, mana, or psychic force, is nullified by a sophisticated energy vacuum field developed from both forbidden science and ancient rune craft.
Every inch of the facility is watched. Twenty four hour surveillance, psychic sensor webs, motion triggered seals, and interdimensional alarms ensure that no whisper, no movement, no thought goes undetected. Its walls are reinforced with divine obsidian, starforged alloys, and dragonbone mortar, inscribed with binding sigils from every known culture and plane.
Each cell is a nightmare of its own, uniquely calibrated to its prisoner species, weaknesses, and history. From phasing inhibitors to mental clarity disruptors, from soundless voids to illusion loops, there is no escape. The doors themselves are alive, enchanted with binding spirits that hunger for rebellion.
The staff of Purgatory are not ordinary wardens. They are psionically shielded, genetically enhanced, and magically trained veterans plucked from the most elite forces across every realm. Most have faced death more than once. Some are death in human form.
Typhon, the Dragon Titan of Storms, lies chained in the Abyssal Vault where gravity is a thousand times heavier, time barely moves, and even gods dare not look. Yet deeper still, far beyond where reality holds shape, a solitary figure hangs in silence.
Evolve.
His once bright green hair now drapes like moss, matted over his body. Chained to the wall by soulforged bindings and surrounded by anti matter wards and time lock runes, he has not moved in two years. Not because he cannot, but because he will not. Eyes hidden beneath shadow, waiting, thinking, remembering.
Purgatory does not reform. It contains. Forever.
Until, a few hours ago, a man in a dark suit walked through the halls. He moved with confidence and the quiet assurance of a man who owned the place. Of course he did. He was the greatest scientist in the world, Lucian Stark.
Welcome sir, how can we assist you today, the receptionist asked.
Well, I would love to speak to inmate 346, Lucian said, his hands in his pockets.
Are you with your license sir? You know even if you are a co founder of this prison under sector 23 of the constitution you can be thrown into it for any form of misconduct or attempt to release or aid in the escape of a prisoner, the receptionist said.
Oh please Gloria, spare me the formalities. I have my license and I know my duties as a guest to this highly secured facility, Lucian said, wiping sweat from his face.
No problem sir, just give me your card and I will process it, the woman said. She collected the card from Lucian and inserted it into a machine that beeped.
Are there any issues? Lucian asked, concerned.
Not really. You can proceed to the next test sir, Gloria gestured him to the screening room. The screening room revealed different layers of screening, each layer more intense than the last. The first layer searched your body for any weapons. The second layer removed any form of metal on a person. The third layer scanned under your skin for hidden weapons or implants. The fourth layer probed every blood vessel and tissue, even down to subatomic patterns, for any weapon biological or non biological. This system also had all manner of barriers and illusion spells to deceive or trick devices, but here those tricks were impossible. The fifth layer, on which many were immediately incinerated, was the energy detector scanner. If your energy signature exceeded an average beta human, you would be obliterated to dust. The next layer, called the Eye of God, scanned the very soul. If your soul showed evil tendencies in the past or future, you would be turned to stone.
The next and final test was mental. If your mental health read lower than an average person, or if suicidal tendencies or a taste for evil appeared in your mind, the system would cut you to pieces.
Surviving these tests was impossible for anyone who had issues or who fell short in any category. This prison was built to hold all sin and iniquity and hide it from the world. Criminals from every corner were sentenced here for deep correction, guidance, therapy, and final reinstatement back into society. The facility ran with over twelve thousand working systems and staff around the clock. It was also used for hero activities, detaining any criminal who threatened society until a veteran hero could bring them to justice.
Surviving these tests took intelligence, mental and spiritual fortitude, even divine level endurance. Lucian Stark, one of the smartest people in the world, stood in the screening room and met the ritual like a magician.
The screening sequence read like a ritual and a machine combined. Each layer was a living question that probed body, blood, mind, and spirit. To pass required more than guile or gadgets. It required a mind that could run circles around time itself. Lucian faced the gates not with brute force but with a calm like a practiced illusionist.
The first layer searched the skin and clothes for weapons. Light and metal detectors rinsed the air with questions. Lucian answered by phasing his body into a whisper of air. He moved so quickly that the sensors saw only echoes. Cameras recorded streaks like falling stars. Motion arrays saw a motionless blur. To the room he presented the shape of a man standing still while every molecule of him had already slipped past the net and settled back into place before the scan completed. The gate registered presence, not intent, and the first layer let him pass.