Four Blight demons gripped the Baron's chains and hauled his massive frame toward the throne's base like butchers dragging a carcass to the block.
They moved as one unit, their bark-like hands straining against the weight as the Baron's body scraped across stone with sounds that echoed through the silent chamber.
The Baron struggled against the restraints, his red charcoal skin flushing darker as he channeled strength that should have shattered normal bonds.
His muscles bulged grotesquely beneath the fat, veins standing out like thick ropes as demonic power flooded his system in a desperate attempt to break free.
But the chains held.
Their enchantments flared brighter with each surge of power, white light bleeding from every link as ancient magic suppressed the demonic strength trying to overwhelm them.
The runes carved into the metal pulsed in rhythm with the Baron's heartbeat, drawing power from his own essence to fuel the restraints binding him.
