"It seemed you really couldn't wait. This sealing method was quite good." Wu Heng finally spoke.
His voice was not loud, yet it strangely pierced through Dean and Sam's pained screams, echoing clearly through the conference room at the edge of collapsing laws.
"These four rings were indeed the keys to opening that prison. Theoretically, your actions in sealing the rings were flawless."
He paused, then spoke his final words at the instant Lucifer and Michael's souls, having occupied their vessels, drew infinitely close to this world and their senses became infinitely sharp:
"But the problem is..."
The corner of Wu Heng's mouth lifted ever so slightly.
"The prison door..."
"Had already been opened long ago."
Why would a door that had already been opened need a key to open it again?
The instant his words fell, countless extremely intricate gray-white runes suddenly lit up across the entire conference room—centered on the four dim rings that had fallen to the floor. The floor, walls, ceiling... even beneath Dean and Sam's feet and across their bodies, all shone with runes that had been engraved long ago, remaining invisible until this moment, when they were "activated."
These runes had not been added afterward.
They had always been here, forming part of this "ordinary" conference room, forming part of the anchor network of the power of balance, quietly waiting.
Neither of them had ever imagined that Wu Heng possessed the ability to move the prison capable of sealing them into reality—to bring it here.
They had thought that temporarily imprisoning the keys meant everything would go smoothly.
The entire room immediately blazed with light.
"What?!"
Lucifer and Michael, currently possessing the Winchester Brothers, were both shocked. They recognized this aura.
Lucifer especially.
This imprisoning aura, which filled him with soul-deep revulsion, was simply