This was a forsaken place, abandoned since the First Epoch. Those who were here had long been forgotten by the world.
The sound of chains clattering filled the air.
Endless darkness stretched in every direction, yet the void was dotted with stars like distant memories of a sky that no longer existed. Floating mountains drifted silently through the emptiness, and ancient pillars hung suspended in space like the ruins of a dead civilization.
This was where the Outsiders were sealed.
Not far from Morticai sat a man in white daoist robes. A flying sword floated beside him, perfectly still, its edge gleaming faintly in the darkness.
The man sat cross-legged in the lotus position, eyes closed.
He simply minded his own business.
No words came from him.
He ignored both Morticai and the entity that was taunting him.
Morticai stood up, his golden hair blazing with barely contained anger. His gaze swept across the sealed expanse they were imprisoned in.
