The cube was carefully lifted by servants using special handling tools, carried toward the dimensional rift that would transport it to a secure location.
As it passed, the runes flared briefly just for a moment and those close enough swore they heard laughter from inside. Dark, amused laughter that suggested TheReaper wasn't as concerned about his imprisonment as he should be.
But then the moment passed, the cube was gone through the rift, and the throne room was left in ruins.
Pope Gregorius looked at the damage and sighed heavily. "Begin repairs immediately. Send out official announcements that there was an unfortunate accident during a training exercise. The truth about TheReaper's sealing remains classified—only those in this room and our most trusted advisors are to know."
