Unknown POV
The chains clinked softly in the darkness.
For twenty years, they’d held him here in this forgotten place beneath the earth, wrapped in silver and spelled with ancient magic that burned his skin and kept his power contained.
Twenty years of waiting.
Twenty years of hunger.
But now, finally, the chains were weakening.
He could feel it…the shift in the magic, the subtle loosening of bonds that had held him captive for two decades. Something had changed in the world above. Something significant.
Footsteps echoed down the stone corridor.
A door creaked open, letting in a sliver of light that made him hiss and turn his face away. His eyes had long since adjusted to the perpetual darkness of his prison.
“Master.” The voice belonged to Tristan , his most loyal servant. The on
