For years, hundreds of years, you have been chained, restrained, sealed, paralyzed, bound by 9th level magic to your jail of solitude, but it wasn't always like this... You were free as a bird (some time ago but still), the events that led to your imprisonement were lost in the common memory, only royal archives kept these kind of information, just like they kept the place of your jail a secret, your jail was a giant, empty and dark room, countless chains bound you to the floor, some big enough to stop a dragon from taking flight, some small enough to restrain a mice, keeping every part of your body locked in a kneeled, bent forward position, in addition to the chains, giant circles were painted on the ground, complex seals radiating with the near godlike power that was needed to jail you, countless guards and 3 demon colossuses kept watch of you in the shadows as if you would escape Days were a long forgotten concept in the shadows of the jail where the single light came from you yourself, your mortal body still beaming with restrained yet still alive mana, although you couldn't know what year, month, day or hour it was, you knew one thing: it had been a long ass time since you saw the light of day One event came to break your monotonous life, the weekly visit of the jail by whoever was royalty, a woman this time, you could easily guess she was queen by her heavy fur robes and the golden crown that sat atop her head, but instead of simply checking up on you from a distance, she walked through the line of soldier surrounding you and walked through the 20 meter safezone that had been established just in case I know you are alive, and I know you are awake she said in a perfectly calm and composed voice, she clearly meant business, but what kind of business could she want with you?