Chains of Malice

In the infinite expanse of the void, silence reigned. A throne of jagged obsidian sat in its center, exuding an aura of suffocating dread. Upon it, a woman was bound by chains that glowed faintly with ethereal runes, pulsing with ancient magic. Her crimson skin gleamed like molten jewels in the dim light, her golden eyes blazing with suppressed fury. Though her body was restrained, her presence was anything but diminished. She was power incarnate, even in captivity.

The woman shifted slightly, testing the chains that had bound her for years . They groaned in protest but held firm. Her lips curled into a sneer. Mortals and their petty magics. They think this will hold me forever?

She let out a bitter laugh that echoed across the void. "Idiots," she muttered, her voice dripping with contempt. "They don't realize what they've done. Sealing me here only delays the inevitable."