A worm-eaten wooden house, if not dealt with early enough, would sooner or later be riddled with wormholes before finally collapsing...
Even a vast thousand-mile embankment could crumble because of a tiny ant hole...
Countless examples all illustrated one thing.
If small problems were left unattended, they would often turn into major problems.
It was a very simple principle.
The Prisoner's power.
Although it was only increasing slowly at the moment, and the rate of increase was not high.
Even if that rate kept repeating in cycles.
That tiny increment was still nothing worth mentioning.
But...
In essence.
Rather than growing stronger, the Prisoner was actually closer to recovering itself, recovering the power that had been tightly suppressed.
And what did that signify?
It signified that small problems truly could become major problems...
Just like the ant hole that could rot away an embankment.
As its power gradually increased.
The Prisoner's tightly suppressed essence would slowly unlock itself.
Not even an Abyss Prince Level existence could completely erase such a characteristic.
And once that essence had recovered.
As a consequential effect.
The rate at which Its strength increased would definitely rise in leaps and bounds.
Bit by bit, gradually breaking free of the current rate of increase that could be described with ordinary mathematical terms.
Until, in the end.
It slowly approached the rate of increase that an Abyss Lord Level should truly possess—a rate of increase mortals could not imagine.
Achieving a transformation across both levels and realities.
And by then.
What fate would await the three jailers when facing the Prisoner, whose strength had officially begun to revive?
There was no need to ask.
They would inevitably be absorbed automatically.
Just like everything else It had devoured.
There would be no difference.
Not even the slightest remnant could