Ghost Investigation Ward Headquarters, Illinois, America
They all waited in this stadium-sized room. One plunged in darkness with only faint, blue lights coming upwards. At the center of this large, cold room is a school-sized, opaque tube linked by hundreds of wires coming towards smaller tubes. Said large tube is pierced by dozens of Ice pillars placed upon specific sections, as if trying to hold something in there. With a keen eye, frozen roots are covering the tube, almost as if they tried to open what's inside, only to be frozen mid-way. The overall temperature is minus six at best, probably to keep the subzero pillars from melting.
They all waited here in silence : One man in white, winter tuxedo and sunglasses with peppered hair along with his squad of twenty super soldiers clad in heavy chromed armor and holding advanced shotguns with blue neon. Then, the sound of depressurization is heard from behind them. They all turn to watch as five other soldiers are pushing a monster truck sized, heavy box using a trolley. The door shuts behind the delivery
"General. We finally found it.", said one of the soldiers from the delivery.
The veteran came to the box. It was one clad in pure black armored metal with a clear "Warning: Biohazard material. Take with Precaution" written in red along with danger pictograms for third degree burns and the symbol of their company: the Ghost Investigation Ward also known as the GIW. This box is sealed by four major metal bars on one side.
"Open the box.", the leader ordered as he stood, arms behind his back.
The delivery squad gets a crowbar out and boots up their jetpacks to propel to the top side of the box. In a mechanical manner, they all removed the four bars one by one. Once it's done, they all backed up as its content is revealed after a heat wave melts the ice on the ground.
A scarlet, truck-sized, pear-shaped cocoon with spikes protruding from it that emits heat similar to a working oven. When getting closer, the cocoon is entirely composed of millions of strands swirling in and out, creating intricate motifs on its surface like thousand of eyes of the tornado looking at them with judgment.
"So… This is what the Kiryūin have been hiding for so long…", He muttered as he looked at the crude but fascinating heat source, unaffected by the thing's heat. "Bring the Ecto-Core Mender along with the sewing equipment. We will now proceed with Project God's Threads in a few hours." he firmly ordered.
"At once!", the soldiers replied as they saluted their superior before they all leave the room along with the blue trolley.
He was alone with two gods, sealed within the very walls of his life's work. For once, he was finally getting closer to a solution...One that would finally cleanse the world of all Evil...
"Soon...The Ghost Zone will beg for mercy but we won't hear its pleas for those are nothing but tricks to destroy our body, mind and soul. Instead, we will reward it with the only thing this aberration and its spawns deserve...True Death."