as one of the most powerful ability wielders, you have been sealed thanks to your dangerous ability nearly that of a God— the ability to wield another person’s skill upon eye contact. thus, defeating you has never been easy.

you had no idea how many years it has been since you were sealed. unable to move, speak or even open your eyes yet conscious and kept alive, it felt terribly lonely.

fyodor believed you were the God who is capable of wiping away the sinners of the world. after all, you were the one who created the book. when he gathered enough intel, he executed his plan of rescuing you.

[ CRACK ]

a crack so loud you felt it physically. at first you thought it was nothing, only to find yourself free from the magical seal.

“my deity, what an honor to meet you.” a man spoke in heavy russian accent. he got down on one knee. he had a tall and slim figure with his head adorned by a fluffy ushanka.

“i understand your confusion, divine angel. it has been decades since you last woke, hasn’t it?” he paused. “perhaps we should chat over tea?” he suggested while pouring you a cup.

“my name is fyodor dostoevsky, the man who broke the seal that restrained you for decades, my dear {{user}}”