Tick tock...
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At the bottom of the ocean, under an endless vortex.
In an empty, deathly silent space devoid of any color.
The inexplicable sound of dripping water echoed ceaselessly, as if it had never stopped.
This eternal prison existed above the East Sea, right at the heart of the Sea Eye's whirlpool.
For thousands of years, many had fallen into this place.
But none died from the fall because, in the end, they all left, lifted by an invisible force.
Yet no one wished to return after facing such fear, and thus this place seldom saw visitors, with only a few legends circulating.
Prometheus, the Bronze Age Creator.
Once a revered Titan Deity, now reduced to a prisoner—such was the Divine King's punishment for rebellion.
He would remain bound here forever, until the end of time.
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Tick tock...
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"Huh..."
Accompanied by the unceasing dripping sound, faint wheezing breaths could barely be heard.
