Drakador_Chaos
The Imperator snorted softly and sat back down, his fingers curling gently around the arms of his throne. "It would appear not. If you have nothing else, then kindly remove yourself from my court."
The being sat for a time, considering the intruder's words. And then, at last, it spoke. "I KNOW NOT YOUR ORIGINS EXCEPT THAT YOU STINK OF THE POWER OF ELDER DAYS. AND YET I WOULD BE BEYOND REMISS WERE I TO SIMPLY ABIDE HERE AND ALLOW SOME OTHER POWER'S PLAYTHING TO CHASTISE ME. PERHAPS IT IS TIME TO REMIND THE MORATI WHAT I TRULY WAS MADE TO BE."
With that, it stands and shakes itself, the chains about it turning to dust and sloughing off. It then gestures and the dust in the air suddenly condenses into a swirling lance that crashes against the walls of its cell. The wall shatters, caving in. It gestures again, and the process repeats, showing the beginnings of a small tunnel upwards...