'There are still two chains left… that should hold, right?' Northern sincerely hoped.
But the whole room was beginning to tremble. Two chains hung loose at opposite corners. The remaining two trembled slightly along with the entire room.
Northern focused his attention on the being within the prism. His face was still bowed, and his hands were bound behind his back.
Northern inspected more thoroughly for a couple of minutes. His brows creased as he saw the being's hands move.
The figure slowly raised his head. His overflowing white hair did not reveal his face, but the curved horns on his forehead became visible.
He grinned viciously and began to tense his muscles.
Northern watched as cords of muscles squirmed across the figure's arms like living worms.
Finally, with a forceful pull, the man shattered the golden band, freeing his hands.
Northern felt his heart drop to his belly.
