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The Omega Dimension was a world of silence and suffering.
A prison of endless ice, where the winds howled like vengeful spirits and the very air could freeze the soul. Towers of jagged ice rose from the abysses, their sharp edges reflecting the ghostly blue glow of the enchanted ice that kept the prisoners locked away. Within these frozen tombs, the most dangerous beings in the Magic Dimension were left to wither, their powers smothered by the relentless cold.
In the very heart of this wasteland, trapped within a crystalline cell, was Valtor.
Once a feared sorcerer, a conqueror of worlds, he now sat in the shadows of his own exile. His arms, bound in shackles of enchanted ice, lay motionless at his sides, and his normally flowing mane of blonde hair was dulled by the cold. His grey eyes, however, burned with the same intensity as ever, smoldering embers beneath a layer of frost.
He had been patient. He had endured. And now, after what felt like an eternity, the moment of his rebirth had come.
A flicker of energy pulsed beneath his skin. The chains that bound him rattled, reacting to the stirring of his immense power. For centuries, the Omega Dimension had fed on magic, draining it from those imprisoned within its walls. But Valtor was not like the others. He had not been broken - only dormant, waiting for the right moment to strike. And that moment had arrived.
With a deep breath, Valtor closed his eyes and reached inward. He could feel it - the tiniest spark of his dark flame, buried beneath layers of ice and suppression spells. It was weak, but it was enough. He focused, letting his rage kindle the embers of his power. The cold glowed with a furious blue light, trying to suppress him, but cracks began to form in the ice around his cell.
Then, with a whisper of a spell, he shattered them.
A pulse of darkness erupted from his body, an explosion of raw magic that sent shards flying in all directions. The enchanted chains disintegrated into dust, unable to withstand the sheer force of his will. The walls trembled, cracks webbing out like the veins of a dying beast.
Valtor stood, stretching his limbs for the first time in years. He flexed his fingers, feeling the tingling rush of power returning to him. His breath no longer came in ragged gasps. It was strong, steady, like the winds of a coming storm.
But his escape had not gone unnoticed.
The prison guards - massive serpents of ice and magic - slithered toward him, their eyes glowing with an eerie blue light. Their scales shimmered like frozen glass, and from their gaping maws, beams of cold energy surged forth, seeking to trap him once more. Valtor barely dodged the first blast, rolling across the icy ground as another shot past his shoulder, freezing the wall behind him in a thick sheet of frost.
He knew exactly where he was on this planet of ice. He had studied it long ago, memorized every detail of its cruel landscape. He sprinted forward, weaving between frozen stalagmites as the snakes pursued him, their massive bodies crashing through the brittle formations with terrifying force. He could not afford to fight them, not now. His break-out had drained much of his power, and he was not strong enough to both defend himself and open the portal at the same time.
The portal to Andros - his only way out - loomed ahead, shimmering faintly beneath layers of protective ice. He could see the swirling energy inside, a gateway to the vast, water-covered world beyond. But it was still sealed.
Valtor clenched his fists. He needed time to cast the unlocking spell, but the giant snakes were closing in, their relentless attacks pushing him closer to a corner. He ducked as another blast nearly grazed him, the icy energy freezing the very air around him. His mind raced - he had to act now.
Then, an idea struck him.
Ducking beneath another blast, he positioned himself directly in front of the portal's frozen barrier. The snakes reared back, preparing to strike again. As the beams of energy erupted toward him, he summoned a flicker of dark magic - not to fight, but to redirect. He twisted his long fingers in a precise motion, guiding the energy blasts toward the frozen shield over the portal.
The impact was immediate. The ice cracked, then shattered completely under the force of the snakes' own power. The portal flickered, struggling to stabilize, but it was open just enough.
Without hesitation, Valtor leapt forward. The cold tendrils of the Omega Dimension reached for him, the shrieks of the snakes echoing behind him, but it was too late. He passed through the swirling vortex, feeling the rush of magic envelop him.
The world around him shifted. The frigid winds disappeared, replaced by the humid air of another realm. He landed hard on a stone platform, his boots echoing against the ancient surface. He was no longer in the Omega Dimension. Before him stretched the endless waters of Andros, their waves crashing gently against the gateway.
The ground was solid beneath him, the scent of brine and saltwater filling his lungs. His pale eyes flickered open, taking in the dark sky above, the swirling blues and greens of Andros' atmosphere reflecting on the endless waves.
The Omega portal stood behind him, flickering erratically, struggling to repair itself. He could hear the distant roar of the ice serpents, their fury trapped on the other side of the sealed gateway. He smirked, brushing frost from his cloak. They had been formidable, but they had failed to keep him contained.
For the first time in two decades, Valtor inhaled deeply, tasting freedom on his tongue.