Dr. Voss had no idea what lay beneath his laboratory.
Miles below the concrete floors where he crafted his Dark Harbingers, deeper than Earth's crust itself, existed a prison that predated civilization.
The walls were carved from stone that remembered the birth of planets, every surface etched with runes in languages that made reality stutter when spoken aloud. The very air thrummed with power so ancient it had calcified into something physical—explaining why this location, more than anywhere except the Ether Community location itself, pulsed with such concentrated cosmic energy.
Even the Dark Pantheon had never discovered why their chosen site resonated with such raw power.
They were about to learn.
Or perhaps never...
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