The iron hammer remained poised in the grey light, a heavy extension of Lin Yue's arm. The first nail had already bitten deep into the bottom-right corner of the coffin, and the reverberations of that strike still hummed through the floorboards.
The entity inside did not stop screaming. The sound had shifted from a roar of rage to a piercing, jagged frequency that seemed to peel the skin from the survivors' nerves.
"You think you've won!" the voice shrieked, the multi-layered tones now vibrating in a discordant, manic harmony. "You think a few pieces of void-iron can hold back what I am? Lin Yue! Look at me! Look into the box and see the face of the only thing in this wretched system that actually loves you!"
Lin Yue did not look. He didn't even blink. His gaze remained fixed on the top-left corner of the lid.
He reached for the second nail.
