Crack...
Crack...
Crack...
...
One sound after another, over and over again.
With vacant eyes, Triton could only see a vague figure flashing before him.
The chains on his body peeled away inch by inch, and the son of the Sea God felt unprecedented relaxation.
Yet in this moment, he didn't feel happy; instead, he felt a sense of shame.
"What are you doing?" he asked, "What are you doing?"
"Speak!"
"Speak!!"
"Answer me!!!"
He shouted loudly, but no one responded.
On the bronze pillar, all that Triton received were the sounds of breaking chains and the steadily passing weight.
Time ticked away bit by bit, and the chains became increasingly sparse. Conversely, with each passing moment, pressure shifted onto Heracles.
However, for some reason, as the weight of the sky accompanied by the symbolic support transferred, the Great Hero not only didn't feel burdened but felt even lighter.
It seemed that as the sky pressed upon him, some other force was leaving him.
