Crack!
The glaciers of Antarctica continue to fracture.
Sunlight spills over the land, casting a golden glow across the mountain peaks. The snow-covered glaciers shimmer with an ethereal gold, yet their true nature is pristine white. Now, cloaked in sunlight and framed by the aurora clouds above, they weave a magnificent, haunting tableau that defies description.
Yet all this only serves to highlight the terror of the glacier's fissures.
The hundred-meter-high glacier appears dwarfed by its surroundings. Yet the jagged fissure stretching from base to summit, intermittently exhaling wisps of mist, eclipses all other wonders, becoming the sole spectacle between heaven and earth.
Crack, crack!
The fracturing finally pauses, and the world falls silent.
Before the fissure, a host of upper-class Netherfiends kneel respectfully upon the snow—these ghostly beings, radiating fear and reverence, are all entities whose power rivals Supreme Saints.
"The seal is loosening further."
"Fortunately, we did not launch a full-scale invasion. By following the faint clues inside the Atlantic Seabed Relic, we found the precise location of the seal and managed to pry at its edges. Otherwise, our Lord would have remained sealed for countless more years."
The upper-class Netherfiends quietly transmit their thoughts, unease stirring in their hearts.
Had they waged a final, life-and-death war against humanity's Law Realm, they would never have had the presence of mind to focus on the emergence of the Atlantic Seabed Relic, and their Lord's release would have been delayed indefinitely.
"Wait for it."
"Once the glacier is completely shattered, our Lord will descend upon this land!" Their eyes brim with fanatic excitement.
Only upper-class Netherfiends are qualified to wait here and pay homage, to be granted audience with their Lord.
Whoosh, whoosh.
Cold winds sweep across Antarctica, piercingly frigid. The endless expanse of pure white snow seems immutable and eternal.
The glacier glimmers with barely perceptible light, while the fissure emits a trembling, buzzing sound—like a sealed prison, endlessly operating, barring the escape of the terrifying existence within.
Wisps of mist seep out.
It resembles a sinister abyss, as if steeped in the gloom of countless ages.