Extraordinary Containment

The winds of the Chaos Sea began to blow from the fragment atop the Emberless Bone Staff.

That light flickered across the Ancestral God's ribs, reflecting the crimson nebula swirling in his irises and concealing a past no one dared mention. His fingertips had barely traced half a forbidden spell rune when a beam from the Eye of Order pierced the clouds. They had hunted him for three hundred years, yet they had never understood why he wanted to smash open every containment pod.

The dark red markings in his silver-white hair suddenly burned hot, and sparks burst from the Bone Staff fragment. This time, the whispers of the Chaos Sea seemed a little closer to reality.