Golden Spring Temple, the seventeenth level at the bottom of the Demon Suppression Tower.
A cage forged from black iron was submerged in near-eternal gloom and dead silence.
The air was thick with the old smell of rust, the faint scent of blood, and a chill that seeped deep into the bones.
In a corner, a burly figure was bound by layer upon layer of thick, heavy chains.
Faint golden light occasionally pulsed from the dense Buddhist Sect runes etched upon the chains, as if silently suppressing the burly figure.
SHH... SHH...
The faint yet distinct sound of footsteps, drawing nearer from a distance, shattered the dead silence of the underground.
The figure in the corner abruptly lifted his head.
Beneath a tangled mess of graying hair, a pair of eyes snapped open, suddenly glowing with a horrifying, crimson light that pierced the gloom of the cage.
Killing intent, brutality, and an extreme coldness honed by long imprisonment intertwined within those blood-red eyes.
