The bottom of the Shadow Gate was a 16 feet square space.
The old monster sat cross-legged in the northwest, bound by four chains made of thick black iron. Each chain was as thick as a wrist and restrained all four of his limbs.
Adorned in a white robe, maybe due to the extensive passage of time, it had begun to yellow.
His hair reached the ground and was a disorderly and voluminous gray-white. His face was behind the hair, rendering his features hidden.
Remus had a cautious expression as he carefully inspected the old monster's cultivation, but he quickly discovered that he couldn't figure it out no matter what he did.
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