The cave was eerily silent as Cain, Nick, Archer, and the shadowy figure stood before the massive stone box. The chains that bound it glowed faintly, pulsing in rhythm with the ancient sigils etched into its surface.
Nick stepped closer, his hands trembling slightly as he ran his fingers over the intricate carvings. "This magic... it's older than anything I've seen before. Unlocking this will be... challenging."
"How challenging?" Cain asked, his tone cold and sharp.
Nick glanced back at him, his expression grim. "It's not just a lock. It's a spell woven into the fabric of the box itself. Layers upon layers of protections designed to keep whatever is inside sealed for eternity. Breaking it will take time."
"How much time?" Archer asked, his green eyes scanning the box with suspicion.
Nick hesitated. "A month. Maybe more."