"Clack, creak..."
The incredibly heavy, specially reinforced cell door scraped against its tracks as it slowly slid aside.
The instant it opened, the jailers at the entrance turned deathly pale and instinctively took half a step back, their breathing quickening.
Even Magellan tensed, venom faintly flowing over his skin as he prepared to respond to any sudden emergency.
Although he knew that if the man inside truly wanted to do something, his resistance might accomplish very little.
Meanwhile, Gern remained where he stood, the intrigued smile still on his lips as he quietly watched the depths of the cell.
By the corridor's faint light, they could just make out, in the farthest corner of the cell,
an unusually tall, powerfully built figure sitting like a boulder on the cold floor, his back to the entrance.
The sound of the cell door opening fully seemed to rouse him.
The figure stirred.
Then, under everyone's gaze, Bullet moved, though not quickly.
Instead, he rose slowly, accompanied by sounds that almost seemed to be his bones grinding together.
When he turned fully to face the entrance, his scar-covered, five-meter-tall body, seemingly forged from steel,
instantly filled most of the doorway, his shadow engulfing everyone outside.
Bullet said nothing. He merely raised his hands, which were bound by thick Seastone chains.
At an intensely nervous glance from Magellan, the nearest jailer trembled as he stepped forward.
But fear left his fingers clumsy, and it took several attempts before he finally inserted the key into the lock.
"Click." The faint sound rang out like thunder in the dead silence.
The Seastone Handcuffs sprang open and slid from his wrists, hitting the floor with a clang.
The ankle shackles followed.
Clang! Another heavy metallic crash rang out.
With that final restraint removed, an even wilder, more