FREEDOM. "No, Vheod, No!" FREEDOM.
"Vheod, don't you see? They've won! By the Mother, it's free!”
"They've not won," Vheod proclaimed. "I have." FREEDOM.
With the staff removed, the silver seal burst asunder.
With no more seal holding the seam shut, the egg-like prison split apart.
"No!" Melann fell to her knees before she ever reached Vheod.
Humid air belched forth from the opened capsule. The figure that emerged dripped with foul fluids. Burnt red skin pulled taut over sinewy muscles and sharp, wicked bones as it moved, stretching wide, bat-like-dragonlike-wings with a wet, fleshy crunch. Clawed hands clutched a long, black, many-tailed whip covered in spikes and a jagged sword of black iron, both dragging along the ground behind it, creating sparks of protest. The prisoner's wide head sported a flat face framed by broad, slightly curled horns.
A mouth of jagged teeth like rusty nails curled in what might have passed for a smile in some unthinkable nether plane. Powerful lungs inhaled deeply, expanding its chest to a surprising degree, and it exhaled a single word that echoed throughout the room.