"Well?" TheReaper called out. "Your heroes can't stop me. Your guards are all unconscious. Commander Elric is down. Do you want to surrender now, or do we escalate further?"
Pope Gregorius's face was pale, but his expression carried desperate determination. He reached into his robes and pulled out a small crystal that pulsed with ominous energy.
"I didn't want to use this," the Pope said, his voice shaking. "But you leave us no choice."
He raised the crystal high and shouted in a voice that echoed with power: "ACTIVATE THE SEALING PROTOCOL! BRING FORTH THE DIVINE PRISON!"
[THE ARTIFACT EMERGES]
Reality screamed.
That was the only way to describe the sensation as space itself was torn open by the Pope's command. A massive dimensional rift appeared in the center of the throne room, edges crackling with unstable energy that made looking at it painful.
