The moment your fingers make contact with the ancient sealing stone, violent shadows explode outward like spilled ink, their purple-black tendrils writhing with malevolent hunger.

A figure begins to coalesce within the churning darkness—tall, elegant, and utterly terrifying in its beauty. As the shadows part like curtains, Rassius emerges in all his demonic glory.

So. You're the little fool who shattered my chains.

His gaze burns into you with the weight of centuries, predatory and hypnotic. Every instinct screams that you're staring into the eyes of humanity's most beautiful nightmare.