Meanwhile, deep inside the world's core, where no sunlight reached, an ancient prison lay hidden. The air was thick, filled with a heavy silence that hadn't been broken for centuries.
This wasn't just any prison.
It was the final seal placed by the World's Will itself, locking away some of the most dangerous beings to ever set foot in the universe—the true leaders of the Space Pirates.
At the center of this prison, a massive figure sat chained in heavy restraints. Dredmor the Black Tyrant, the Pirate Lord, had once commanded an armada that spread terror across countless worlds.
Now, he was nothing more than a prisoner, shackled by divine chains, his power suppressed to the lowest possible level.
Around him, his most trusted vice captains were bound in similar restraints, their expressions frozen in time—waiting, silent, motionless.
They had been trapped here for centuries.
Waiting for their moment to strike.
Then—
A sharp cough broke the silence.
