The Titans struggled inside the dark prison. The shadow-symbols glowed brighter each time they tried to break free.
"This trap feeds on our power," one Titan said."It was built from our own sealing magic."
But one Titan stayed silent.
He knelt and placed his hand on the cracked ground.
"This place… it still remembers what it was," he whispered."A seal."
The Devil had reshaped the burial ground into a prison, but it had been built on ancient Titan magic. And Titan magic always carried one flaw:
It responded to truth.
Not force.Not anger.But purpose.
Deep beneath the shadow, a faint line of golden light flickered — the last piece of the original seal that the Devil had not fully erased.
The others saw it.
"A core," a Titan said."If we break that…"
"The trap collapses," the first Titan finished.
But there was a cost.
That core was tied to the Devil's Heart's trail. Destroying it would free the Titans — but it would also reveal their presence to the Devil.
Silence fell.
Then one Titan stepped forward.
"If we stay here, the universe falls.If we move… the Devil will come."
He placed his hand over the glowing line.
"Let it come."
Golden light surged through the ground. The dark symbols began to crack. The prison shook.
Far away in the Dark Den, the Devil's eyes opened.
"They found it."
The trap was breaking.
And now the Devil was coming.