The Infernal Pits, the heart of torment beneath the Demonic Fiend Fortress, trembled as a haunting, infernal energy slithered through the dark volcanic stone walls. A deep, bone-chilling silence loomed over the Infernal Pits, and the dim crimson glow that had once bathed the walls flickered erratically.
In her lavishly adorned cage, Alexandra stood in eerie stillness. Her luminous eyes, once filled with calculated patience, now burned with unfathomable darkness.
"Twenty-three hundred years..." Her voice was a whisper, yet it carried the weight of an eternity's suffering. Her dark eyes glowed, the once-contained fury finally shattering its chains. Over two thousand years of suffering, humiliation, and seething hatred—all culminating at this moment.
"Are you ready to do this?" Chaotic Darkness's impassive voice rang at this moment as if seeking her recognition, yet it was more like a warning.
Alexandra's eyes flickered, "What other choice do I have? Since I failed to get the twelve cosmic vestiges, I can't wait for tens of thousands of years for the Path of Legend to reopen. So, let's take the route of chaos! I'll create the Arcane Totem with the souls of my enemies!"
"Although it's time-consuming, the result would be the same. But really, I'm feeling extremely frustrated since, despite being my Legatee, you have to use the traditional method to invoke the Arcane Law of Chaos."
"It's not your fault. Who could've thought we'd run into that hateful scourge!" Her voice was laced with hatred and fury, "Once I'm done here, I'm going to look for him and make sure to grind his soul for eternity!"
"Don't let your hatred consume you. Emotions are your strongest tools, and only with patience can you overcome hurdles. Just like right now, you have been enduring for thousands of years just for this opportunity.
"Maybe it was a blessing in disguise you ended up right in the middle of Lesser Demon Race's layer with enough 'fuel' to invoke the Arcane Law of Chaos. That foolish lesser demon, heh, he thought he was attracted to your soul, yet he had no idea what he was feeling was pure reverence that originated from the very essence of his being.
"I'm also proud of you for comprehending the Chapter of Chaos and creating this fine formation to take the final step while trampling over your enemies. Since you are confident, I don't need to worry about your mental state. Remember, do not lose yourself, or you'll become something else just like your predecessors…" Chaotic Darkness fell into silence after its stern warning.
"I know, and thank you for being there when no one else was, just like always…" Alexandra's pale lips rose momentarily before her face turned Stoic again.
At this moment, with a whisper that held the weight of calamity, she spoke, "Darkness of Arcane, let the Chaos Unchained!"
Her words seemed to have invoked something…something arcane and primordial. A howling storm of darkness erupted from Alexandra's form.
The runes sealing her cell flared in resistance, enchantments, and runes forged by the mightiest of Fiend Kings. Yet, they cracked like brittle glass against darkness now surging through Alexandra's body.
Thereafter, black tendrils tore through the walls, hungrily devouring everything in their path. The obsidian floor beneath her feet shattered like brittle glass, revealing a swirling emptiness of absolute darkness. The very laws of existence warped as an eldritch void began to expand outward, devouring the enchanted cell meant to restrain her.
At this moment, invisible chains crafted from cursed demonic metals suddenly appeared over Alexandra's body; they had been restraining her for over two thousand years, and they groaned, their ancient enchantments unraveling before the primordial force that surged from within Alexandra.
The entire Infernal Pits shook as the imprisoned wails of the long-dead twisted into an unholy symphony. The once-impenetrable prison starts collapsing.
Alarms blared across the Infernal Pits. Powerful Fiends rushed toward the prison, weapons drawn and soul force emitting from their burly bodies, but before they could even glimpse their enemy, 'darkness' saw them first.
Now freed from her shackles, Alexandra relished the feeling of freedom that she had almost forgotten, and with endless killing intent, she flicked her wrist, the darkness coiled and lashed out towards those guards who had been watching her through her suffering.
But she didn't kill them immediately, but consumed them, dissolving their very essence into the darkness. The fiends screamed, their bodies crumbling into nothingness, their souls twisted into shrieks that joined the growing cacophony of doom.
However, this was just the beginning of her revenge against the Fiend Race; her resentment won't wane until she grinds every Fiend in existence, especially Underwood!
Alexandra moved as she exited the cage she had been in for thousands of years, and as she walked, the ground under her was transforming, and the darkness was growing.
She doesn't care about the other prisoners or who they are; she has no intention of spearing even a ghost in this place as she ascends from her prison.
Alexandra was no longer shackled, no longer suppressed. She was free. The fortress walls groaned, and a pulse of pure chaotic darkness—an arcane law as ancient as time itself—rippled through the depths of the Infernal Pits!
Under her unstoppable fury, the infernal pits split apart, and everything collapsed. Now, she would make them all pay!
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At this moment, on the surface, in the midst of the massive Fiend army's preparations, a sinister, bone-chilling aura started to seep from below as pitch-black mist, like black water, suddenly erupted.
All of a sudden, the ground buckled, cracking apart like a dried husk as the entire Demonic Fiend Fortress trembled. The high-moral Fiend Army, who were roaring with battle cries, abruptly stopped, and then…chaos ensued!
A monstrous black vortex burst forth from the depths, swallowing entire sections of the fortress. Screams filled the air as thousands of Fiend Commanders and their unfortunate subordinates were ripped from existence—devoured into an abyss of darkness where even their souls could not escape.
From the heart of the devastation, SHE emerged.
Alexandra ascended from the darkness; her form wreathed in a shifting cloak of chaos. Her presence alone shattered the formations governing and protecting the fortress since its founding; the distorting space cut off all the escape routes.
Her once radiant beauty had transformed into an apocalyptic vision of chaos incarnate—her eyes now voids of infinite darkness, her flowing hair an extension of the abyss itself.
At this moment, she took a step forward, and the entire Demonic Fiend Fortress…wept!