The silence of the abyss under the Palace of the God Emperor Cosmos was not a true silence. It was a heavy, suffocating weight, a physical entity that pressed against the lungs and muffled the soul.
For a billion years... that was the sentence handed down to Mongo and Kairos. A span of time so vast it rendered the concept of "existence" a cruel joke.
"So... you are saying there is a way? We can actually escape this prison?"
Mongo's voice cracked, cutting through the stagnant air like a rusted blade. He hung from the ceiling, his limbs bound by the Sealing Dao, chains of shimmering law that fed on his very essence.
"You heard me correctly, little god," a voice drifted from the deepest recesses of the lightless cavern. It was a sound like grinding stones, deep as a trench and cold as the void.
