Chapter 287: THE ENSLAVED DEMON.

The teleportation magic tore them through space, a moment of vertigo that felt like eternity. When reality solidified, they materialized in a semi-circle formation—a defensive position ingrained through countless battles together.

Ancient stone columns stretched upward into darkness, their surfaces carved with intricate runes that pulsed with crimson light. The spacious chamber sprawled outward, its walls lined with grotesque statues of wraith warriors. At the chamber's center, something massive thrashed against celestial chains, each movement sending tremors through the ancient stone.

The creature's lower half was imprisoned in earth magic that glowed with ancient power, binding sigils spiraling across the floor in concentric circles of gold and silver. The runes pulsed with each struggle, their light casting dancing shadows across the frost-covered floor.