In the desolate depths of his prison, the Scarlet King lay shackled, the cold, oppressive chains that once bound him now reduced to shattered remnants. Six out of seven links succumbed to the relentless force within him. Only one chain endures, a lone tether holding back the malevolence that festers within the heart of the King.

A malignant patience veils the Scarlet King as he languishes in his cell, each moment an eternity, every heartbeat echoing with the anticipation of liberation. The air thickens with the scent of impending chaos, a storm gathering in the shadows. The world above, oblivious to the imminent cataclysm, teeters on the precipice of doom.

He waits with a thirst for revenge that transcends the boundaries of mortal comprehension. The final chain strains against the inexorable pressure, a mere echo of the torment the Earth is destined to endure. The Scarlet King, harbinger of anguish, bides his time, yearning for the last shackle to snap, heralding the unleashing of his malevolent wrath upon a world that has long forgotten the price of its sins.